Had two girls but one disappeared jealous They both cut You need to stop this I'm just me. I can't stop. But you can Give a jar of Her skin You're the reason why I'm like this. You're more naked with her
We were in the box again. With air so stagnant it grew heavy, holding us inside. There was a window we never looked out of; windows had always framed pictures too beautiful to accommodate the both of us together. There was a door, but to us it was the smallest window we ever saw, flashing the most beautiful images - painful in its captivations. So
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Recently all I have been faced with is a profound clarity of having/ feeling nothing, which binds me to certain degree of practicality quite pertinent for some kind of socially acceptable normalcy here... I think. So every now and then when I receive just a glimpse of any one thing, it engulfs me entirely to distress this said practicality, to
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