when i met him, i gave him the only clean razor we still had in our house. it was triggering me so badly because i had hid it from my parents. they thought they’d taken away everything i could possibly hurt myself with, but i always kept that razor under my bed. i gave it to him and i said “this is the last razor in my house, the last razor i could possibly hurt myself with. but i’ve realized that i’m more, and i want to stop. and sleeping with sirens has gotten me through when i didn’t think i could go anymore. you guys have been there when others haven’t. i know this is weird, but i’m giving you this because i promise to never hurt myself again.” and kellin took it and looked up at me with this beautiful expression of happiness, it was one of the few times in a long time i’ve seen someone so proud of me. he said, “thank you. thank you for giving this to me, and for giving life back to yourself.”
and that’s why i love sleeping with sirens so much.
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