Mentions of gore and mild heartache
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“...Aren’t I hurting anyone? Perhaps it’s time for me to tear apart...” They smiled, drawing as they listened to music. How soothing it is, to draw guts spilling upon the dirty ground. Maybe they were a bit messed up in the head, but they were happy. Happy, to draw, to even be alive. Sometimes life was hell, but for now, it’s good. “...My stomach turned at the thought of the stars...” Ah yes, those beautiful, yet hurtful things. There are so many of them, but really, what good do they do? The last time they had contact with a star, it had ended so, so terribly wrong. Their star had blown up on them, creating a supernova where it had once lived within their heart. Oh how the supernova ate at them, it had blown up and hadn’t left anything within its wake. They’re just a husk of what they’d been, soon they’ll be the pain that everyone’s abetted. Maybe one day that supernova will go, and then they can finally heal, maybe finally become themselves again, instead of playing this harmful role again.
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Color key: Reckless Battery Burns(song by GHOST and Vane Lily), Authors POV(me, but from a place of heartbreak)231Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9dbuWg0iWp
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