The lives all of us lived were real. There's nothing false about the lives we endured.Everything was real. Everyone lived their fullest. We carved those memories into our selves.They're memories of our struggles to live. No matter how hard they were, they're the lives we carried out. Don't recreate them to meet your own ends.Wasn't your life the real deal too? You were the one who worked hard, you were the one who struggled desperately, weren't you? I know because you're here.Who else is there? You're the one I'm embracing, there's no one but you.There's only you.
MonsterBeneathYourBed
Girl With a Cat Head*