‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
Home is a pain sometimes.
nesha sharing things i write on some site I wonder if it was my hands that lit you in the first place
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if you know who I am, could you show me? written August 1, 2016 at 8:18 PM
Sleepless/ ˈslēpləs/ adjective: Some nights are spent in fear of the next morning. As if I don't close my eyes, nothing bad will happen.
owo_123 dogs are cool beanz. and mustaches 2 These paragraphs are not a story nor a poem, these sentences are just soon to be forgotten memories --a mirage; or so I wish.
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