sun: i would die for you.
storm: i can't find a way to kill myself, so, I must kill you.
right now, i'm somewhere in the middle of storm and sun, or maybe i'm on the outside looking in because of a certain someone or maybe because of a few special people. they are walking around inside this room and every now and again, they come to the window of the door and look out at me, smiling. i want to go in, but the last time i did, i had to be carried out by my own heart, which was almost stoned to death. i don't believe my body would have survived without the heart's help. my heart is a resilient muthafucker.
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