Put the mirrors back

Dull. Glassy. Empty. Mine. // Yours. They light up like the spotlights were at my first speech. Bright and blinding. I stand stark naked in my graduation robe. *twinkle* They shine like the fairy lights I bought as a thirteen year old. *flash* They spark like daddy's eyes before a lashing. *water* They wobble like … Continue reading Put the mirrors back

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