The Space In between.

And no, I don't give a damn about them. Just close your eyes and take off your wedding ring. There are contracts meant to be breached. We we're never meant to be loved. Lies meant to be sewn and reaped. Look at all the pretty visitors. Look at how they envy people like us, how our souls never seem to rest. In between the dark baselines and the bed sheets, hell is apart of the descending retreat. You couldn't change us even if you tried.
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