Claim yourself? Or let it claim you? Is she worth fighting for? It almost feels…good. Letting her slip away into the inky blackness of invisibility. When she stops fighting and accepts her own nothingness in a last moment of sadness and nostalgia it starts to become easy. The facade changes - she’s gone, she’s forever broken.
It is a cricle, No way to run
I;m reblogging because for some reason this scares the hell out of me!









