Showering in the light as the sun stays up all night, the shell dangling from your neck too clasped to shed, just to show you hear her kisses that bleached them, leaving you pale how you were before she greeted you each morning through the months of July and August so strongly.
RAeality is harsh and I can’t escape,Snd I daydreamed of the bloody mess I’d make cutting them off to set myself free,
o I went back home into my rotting room,
SShe knows it's wrong, but she doesn't feel dirty, she feels thrilled, as she carefully takes out her phone and sneahe would do a much better job than them