myriad of the mundane

1.02.2005

and so it begins, the most painful day of my life, on a gloomy early morning in january. blue eyes are a cloak i wear, blue eyes are torn and red now with water flowing down cheekbones, blue eyes are all i need, everything. and so my journey begins, to end in my room with tears in my eyes and a heart that feels like it's eating away at my chest and stomach to escape.

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