i did not ask to be this hideous creature of cracked skin and snarling voice. this prison of flesh is the only thing you ever gave me, so i will wear it until you regret that you created it.
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he allowed her to come as close as she did, and just as quickly he turned away at her next words, as if it were painful to hear. 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬. they have never been lucky. +
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the ceaseless nights she would silently cry herself to sleep so she didn’t wake anyone. the sleepless nights she would spend wasting away in the living room as the sun rose.
she found her belief in those words had dwindled but she was clinging onto them as if her very life depended on it, clawing at them until her fingernails bled.
she was silent for a moment. she knew he had a point but she just couldn’t force herself to lose hope. perhaps that was where she was doing things wrong —— hoping.
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“ too late for that. ” he spoke, careful with his words———not wanting to make it seem like her efforts were unappreciated. she tried, in her own way. and she succeeded, most of the time. +
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but i have a good feeling this year. ” those words invoked a sense of déjà vu. they’d been in this position last year. and the year before. even the year before that.