There are days that I wish I could take back what I easily gave as pieces of my being chipped away in the dark room with our photographs with your arms around my chest and your teeth sinking into my neck. If ever faced with that decision, I would choose those days again when we’d make magic in dark spaces underneath the full blood moon. So for now I’ll say I’m sorry, for choosing incorrectly back when given the chance.
Little Secrets
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