Consider this a letter to you, wind. Please stop blowing through this hole from his absence, i can see that you are too, lonely and nonpareil. i notice you are much too articulate to make this visable - a broken canvas, a broken canvas.... your not repentant for that semblance of fearfulness that comes from the dead ghosts pushing up daisies in
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camille.
you're amazing.
ps sorry i'm a shitty role model.
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That's all that comes to mind.
OH, and i'm adding this journal too.<3 x 2
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