Twisted Sparks Fly

Always bonding over some weird shit, you and I. That’s something that just comes with the territory. Unavoidable. But a quiet, dark sense of humor ricochets back and forth from one of us to the other, and that’s what makes it all feel important. That’s where the twisted sparks fly. We’re so much the same; fucked up in such similar ways.

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