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*STRENGTH THROUGH STRUGGLES CONTEST WINNER* To be quite honest with you, kissing him was like climbing a ladder. Like vertigo, combined with inertia. Looking at him, was like looking at a blank canvas. I was envious of how often he was oblivious to the horrors behind my eye's. I wonder what he saw in me. No matter how often he erased the fact that the horror was behind my eyes and only behind my eyes, I couldn't help but see it in my reflection. He was and will forever be my truth, my resilience and my sky. Even though we're a puzzle made of pieces, pale blue, pink and purple. A picture of pale. A picture of washed out. A picture of it's over, calm down. ♡ (a teneris unguiculis) from one's cradle, from one's earliest childhood.
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