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To write something nice, he’d need something nice to say. But his ribs were a cage for monsters and they cut their teeth on his bones.
October arrived with cold teeth sharp enough to split bone.
He was cold, October crawling into his blazer to leave frosty lingering kisses, but he didn’t mind.
He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear past the world ending.
just think … wow, no one could be bothered with me if I’m too much. But it isn’t true. You just have to find the people who love you for you. I’m lucky to have those.” “It’s shitty that it has to be luck to be loved as you are,”
