I could turn this mood around.. but what good would that do. Callous, blistered and bruised. My heart cracking like the ice on a glacier of fear. The tears were there I could feel them but they refused to run. I don't want to touch the pain, afraid it will infect me. Fermented mind drunk on Absinthe. Fractal vision blasted with darkness.
Yoshino Cherry Tree Size
3 months ago
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whoa.
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