don't you get it? I want every single one of your million groping arms to remove themselves from violating my overly tugged heart strings. I want you to sleep, sleep you ridiculous centipede, you disgusting creature. Sleep and never wake up. I want you to forget what my voice sounds like when the crystals in your eyes dance with mine, I want you to forget your own voice like I keep trying to. I want you to forget what the sun looks like, we were always taught not to look at it. But I did, anyways, I did because you told me to and look where the fuçk I am now.
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