I Killed Me to Save Me
I needed to die to live
I was living in this state of bliss I like to call Dream World. Except it wasn’t bliss at all. And it wasn’t a dream, either.
I was like a diamond, reflecting different flaws at varying angles — revealing my impurities only to those who peered into my life just right. Some saw the prism of my imperfections at full blast, as if the magnification of my life was…