Sep 12th 2009
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"What are you thinking?" "A lot."
{All the things I could never say. All the aches that make my heart yearn to break. But it's iron and you're the rain. It'll just rust and wait to be polished again. Never broken, never cracked. Just ache. Ache. Ache.}
Vent art, obviously. Old scars are starting to hurt for new reasons.
