Mirror Touch Synthesia.

It's when you can feel another's pain, just by seeing it.

"I wish I could take it away,"
Yeah. I know many have said this to you, but I mean it the most.

So go ahead.

Smash that Perfume he gave you.

Burn that Letter she wrote you.

After the last ash has stopped glowing.
And after the last whiff of gardenias has faded away...

I'll be here.

Happier.

Because your smiles seem less fake everyday.

I'll be here, my darlings.

Ready.

With jagged rocks, shaky phone cameras, warm hugs, and cigarette lighters.

Smile & Say: Fuck You.

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