don’t you understand? we have seen both the worst and best parts of each other. our souls are intertwined. you are a decaying corpse and i’m the maggots digging into your skin, feeding off your rotting flesh.
what doesn’t kill you leaves disfiguring scars. what doesn’t kill you fills you with paralyzing self—hatred. what doesn’t kill you makes you afraid for the rest of your life. what doesn’t kill you might make you kill them.