how dare you sleep at night?
how can you shut your eyes and see nothing? after all you did, after all you said. I'm shocked by the idea that such a filthy piece of brain can be turned off at night and just… rest.
how do you look yourself in the mirror?
or do you just go and avoid them, like you did with all the chances not to hurt me, or to hurt me a little less, or to make it a bit better. how can you stare at an image of such a being, that roams the world spreading the rot of its own scrooge-like soul. you can put on all the make up you want, buy all the nice clothes you can afford and sway your hair with all the winds, I will always see you for what you really are - you're the last stage of Dorian's picture.
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