Neon flavored drama and a case of shaken, not stirred, emotions. Spiraling downward without looking back and biting lips in fear that your darkness may put out the light around you. Tightened breath stays enclosed to your heart in case your situated without any sort of oxygen to revive you. Glitter in your eyes emitting radiation so hot it sizzles against your iris' settling in the pit of your stomach waiting for your imagination to freeze over and lips begin to pout in order to save you from loud despair and the exact moment of utter temptation your beyond ready to take flight through the smog and into something fresh and reassuring without fully realizing that with unfinished business comes the constant pull of your entire being, to tie it together and end it with a kiss and a goodbye instead of distant memories and constant feelings. Locked inside a frame with a picture of something gold, oh God the glitter.
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