as we run from the day to a strange night of stone

[suicide_doll]

from the very first day me and luca became friends, death became a close friend too. a constant thought, in the very back of my mind. that happens when you’re friend with a drug addict. i’d spend days looking for him - in dark alleys and dirty toilets - my heart pounding with fear. i haven’t been back in that dark place and i haven’t experienced

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[prayersfor_rain]

I think I remember you writing about Luca. RIP.