4:12am
It's a shame. A travesty, really. You see yourself only through pixels and fragmented mirrors. Through blurred eyes and tainted thoughts. Where your unforgivig insecurities overtake your gullible mind. When in actuality, looking at you is the only place where my dreams and this reality coexist. It's a shame. A travesty, really.
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