"I ended and disowned myself. The air I breathe is too thick, too tired, too everything, and I'm haunted by nightmares in which I'm confronting the loss I caused. I see things like a fevered child; nothing is quite here, things are smudged, rejected from its context, and what I see, I see with dizzy eyes. I think I belong to being lost."
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purpleunicorn1995
Oct 08, 2015 12:21AM
this is not funnysomeone had posted a s*x scene onto my booki did NOT WRITE LUSTView all Conversations