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A letter... whether romantic or not... yet to be decided...

failed relationships, broken pieces of people left on the pavement in memory, burning forever, crushed inside so many different ways that all the king’s horses & men wouldn’t

the mirror takes no prisoners, for it doth reflect all the ugliness that composes the present & very real you that stares back, smashing again & again with fists full up to the brim

beat ourselves into submission, just to prove there’s further that we can progress, lie to ourselves right back in the mirror, just to show there’s someone that we trust less,

Scrap CH THREE part 42

Dear dairy, letter on way to Danny today. For anyone who picks up this journal and doesn't know who Danny is, he is someone I send letters to.