They say they give you seven years, For everytime you break a mirror. But everytime I make mine break, I wasn’t hurting the mirror, I was killing the fake. And using the shards of glass to make Another statistical death. But my reflection won’t go away. And I’m left with another seven years, Time goes… Continue reading Seven Years
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Hurts so Good
We sat on the dock, both wearing medieval clothing. He was telling me stories, rambling from one subject to another, and frequently mentioning that he’d left his cloak at his house an hour away. Finally, I offered him part of my cloak to cover his torso, and he laid down with his front against my… Continue reading Hurts so Good