Report, if you have a problem with this page“ In July I thinkabout the idea of being cursed(because it’s not strange to me;when I look in mirrors I’mnot there, blank walls gleamingwith bloody condensation,and my shadow behind memocking me with his persistencewhen I keep telling himto leave just to leave to let me be). ”
Miriam Joy
From : Broken Body Fragile Heart
