but they were always there, withering beneath his heart as he breathed; chafing in between his lungs as a point of desperation scratched at his ribs and ached to break through his skin in order to reveal themselves. emotions of truth and scarcity that were choked up deep within him, but yet would always be there. no matter how much he did to break their strive.
they were there.
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Fanfictionstuff i write in my role plays that hit different but i otherwise wouldn't be able to share because of their privateness
