thedocmartin
Wobbling. I'm higher here. My ears hurt. I can see for miles. My wooden legs, my saviours. Let this last forever.
It was there all at once. The unwelcome visitor, the mirror of the soul. 'I'm betrothed' I tried to say, but to no avail. The sheets have trapped me.
Only glass separated him from the real world.
Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat .Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat.
As I looked at it, all else was pushed from my mind by some invisible and all encompassing force. My own being seemed eclipsed by its wonder. A baby is born.
I once owned a smile; it was good to me. It made people happy...well all that could see! One day I lost it along with my dad...everyone knows, a smile's a fad.
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