“We came from the darkness and we could not tell if our eyes were open, so we stepped into the light with them closed.
We were blind, and innocent, and unafraid.

We saw the world but the world saw us too and we buried ourselves like broken things in a graveyard of glass.

We were crying, and bruised, and bleeding.

We loved each other with naked hearts that we pulled from our chests and said here, take this, take us, take me.

We were loved, and we loved, and nothing else had ever mattered.”

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