all quiet on the western front.
it was one of those nights, where you find yourself breathing heavily into the carpet. the castle walls formed by fallen cans and bottles securing your high and mighty attitude of "yes, i'm fine. leave me the fuck alone.". dragging yourself to your feet seems like so much effort, here. and, if you do manage, you
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i hope you're well.
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