We all grew up twisted and sick in the mind. We are all mad. And we love it.
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Update: My insecurities continue eating me alive. Started from the insides and almost down to my bones.
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The way that beauty could be encroached upon by evil. Beauty decays—which makes it, once again, more beautiful for its transience. It can never be captured.
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And when two elements so apparently unconnected are apprehended in a single ensemble, it proves that they are not so unalike—that they are, indeed, connected and closer together than we would feel comfortable to admit.
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