listen. to. me.
scrawl my heart into the pink floral wallpaper and turn it
dark with the blood running over, the crimson mess oozing down all
the little white daisies and bright yellow sunshine roses because this
is what (real)ity) is until (i scream & i scream and) i scream until you
claw & you claw at your ears but you can't cover your ears like you
always hid your eyes away (from me) because i couldn't get you to l i s t e n
any. other. way.













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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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