17.3.11

right here.



I know you're right, know you're here. There is always that prevalent element of fear. I won't let it take control. Our purpose shall not be shattered. Our lives are just like a mirror.  The possibility of 13 million little pieces (the sound of my heart being broken) and that wretched sound (as it crashes to the ground) are real. But you're real, too.

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