"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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you know, we're similar in more ways than i ever imagined.

but i'm tired of being the reflection of that someone else. of being the pale lie of a girl in the mirror, shattering into a thousand pieces the moment it breaks, all bright and sharp. and when it does, all you'll see is multiplications of someone else in a thousand tiny pieces.

and me, in a thousand more jags and shards.