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that I had closed my eyes forever on that day, And sealed the light of my gaze within eternal lids, Never again to greet the futile dawn Of any morning born after that night. For what I saw was not meant to be seen a brightness that burned but left only ashes Upon the altar of the heart. Would that my eyes had learned their last lesson Before they learned to see, So that no bitter image might stain The mirror of the pupil. And truly, The death of sight Is sometimes more lyrical Than the death of the soul.

no matter how good my day was, i always end up laying in my bed at night with that same lonely empty feeling🤓

people start caring when it’s too late •_•?

i can’t wait for the chapter of my life where i get to move away and never get to see these people again

such a disappointment when you defend someone for so long, thinking they’re different, and they turn out to be just like what everyone said.

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