𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 │ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 [✔]

fifteen.

JOURNAL ENTRY THIRTEEN ,

⠀it's been thirty years and i'm sorry we haven't talked

⠀i was too busy again

⠀i've finally come to terms with the fact that i can't die

⠀i've managed to patch up my wounds, but they still look messy and obvious so i wrap them in black and stay in the shadows

⠀i found myself in the alleyway last night, watching a man stumble through the concrete painting and i couldn't help myself

⠀he didn't make it home

⠀wherever that is

⠀i have no troubles about it

⠀the times have changed but i haven't. i look he same but the people around me are wilting. they're greying

⠀i'm still me with the exception of white follicles appearing around the hole in my head.

⠀it's funny, the place where a part of my brain used to be still feels like it's still there. now and again i cry blood because of what i did to myself.

⠀i couldn't really get a good look since i've told no one.

⠀no one can know.

⠀this is my secret.

⠀and now it's our secret.

⠀keep it for me.

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