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[narrowway]

my days have become a blur. i only live for the special moments. do you have any real idea what this place is about. who i am and what im doing this for. ive always been told who i was-- i never felt it. question your actions, realize that "standard" doesnt matter. im holding on to what i know and i'm holding on by a string... if it breaks-- im sure i'll fall to a happier place. thus, here i linger. grasping on to my moments of normalicy while being spun by truth.

chaque baiser chaque contact chaque morsure chaque sourire chaque souffle chaque traction chaque poussée chaque cri perçant