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I feel closest to him in moments, when he finally allows me to see him c r a c k He told me once that my sadness makes me selfish. Well I think his lack of sadness makes him so. I imagine how much closer we could be. Just him and I, without his stupid, ******* facade. Break! You mother ****** break! Crumble into a hundred tiny pieces. Learn how you can be more beautiful for being broken. Don't you think I'm beautiful? Baby, I'm a mosaic, a ******* art form. Kintsukuroi. I'll be nothing but gold one day.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
Kintsukuroi
I feel closest to him in moments, when he finally allows me to see him c r a c k He told me once that my sadness makes me selfish. Well I think his lack of sadness makes him so. I imagine how much closer we could be. Just him and I, without his stupid, ******* facade. Break! You mother ****** break! Crumble into a hundred tiny pieces. Learn how you can be more beautiful for being broken. Don't you think I'm beautiful? Baby, I'm a mosaic, a ******* art form. Kintsukuroi. I'll be nothing but gold one day.
Kintsukuroi (“golden mend”) is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
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