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I had the opportunity to watch my partner fall apart at the hands of an impulsive choice to take drugs she should very much not have. It was entertaining, yet the whole time I just saw her as such a beautiful angel. Wings torn away from her delicate skin, halo snapped years ago by her own mind. And now, sitting hunched on her bed over a circle-K plastic bag in an attempt to catch her vomit, she is still beautiful, yet so so broken.
And the first thing my little angel did after coming to her senses? I don't remember. I myself got very high so I could handle the situation. But I do remember that touching my lips to hers was pleasant, despite the subtle flavor of bile still in her mouth. But the second day after, my pretty broken love made art about her collapse, and it's beautiful and only her and I will ever truly understand it.
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Rusty
the way you write is so fascinating, i would love to take your words and make them a nest for myself
I would be honored for my words to be such a comfort to someone I may never get to know <3
And to note, this blog post was written in a much darker time for me and my girlfriend, and we have both been doing much, much better.
by Starvix; ; Report
glad to hear you are doing better!
also i dont mind getting to know you cause you seem interesting. althought im a little scared of people
by Rusty; ; Report
Well I have no objections to getting to know you better, though I understand the fear of other individuals, especially when they may be strange.
by Starvix; ; Report
yeah!
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