“I’ve been told I have nice eyes. Eyes from which nothing but truth could possible seep. They say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects the blue sky above. So it was with me. I allowed you to admire yourself in my eyes. I provided a service. I listened and listened and listened. You stored yourself in me.”
-Diary of an Oxygen Theif
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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