I won't be able to recover from what I've done to this journal over the past few months. I've completely decimated any cinder of purpose it was originally built on. I don't like it, it's crowd control, it's beyond the aesthete, it's underneath old tree trunks and over snow covered hills. It's inbetween hands, and floating through lips pressed
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~kaela
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dying=ending
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