What i wouldnt give for a good cathartic cry. group whats within myself with some strange reasoning and let it run, let it fall, let it bleed. Feel it deeply, and yet i dont want it, i flee from negetivity.
Wash. glittery is the glassy eye that cleanses the spirit.Quality is the time i have to use it. Quiet is the world as it surrounds me, sublime is the author that writes a lude thing hid.
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