sans lumière

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sans lumière

november17twenty17

don't feel sorry for the boy's broken brain. the pieces cut deep, it's always the same.

I hope I taste beautiful, hope it makes up for what a horrible being I act like. I can't possibly nurse these wounds when they get worse with every passing day.

lonely sunshine, your heartbeat's so far away from mine. once again I despise the blue skies, you've been torn away from them. the sky's colors are all muddled when the world begins to darken - the sky is crying for you.

as am I. how could sans vie and the sun ever harmonize? two mismatched melodies, so unfortunately, I truly am sans vie.

someone close to me has never died, in reality, but I mourn you every second.

always and forever, hope it works out somehow-

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