Ash flower.
Cold showers.
Warm hands.
Everything gone.
tell the self it’s fine.
When it’s not.
I’m not.
But i’m Ok.
Not the only one.
Raining tar.
Running in noire.
Fun times.
Garrett Johnson
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
Ash flower.
Cold showers.
Warm hands.
Everything gone.
tell the self it’s fine.
When it’s not.
I’m not.
But i’m Ok.
Not the only one.
Raining tar.
Running in noire.
Fun times.
Garrett Johnson
Sweater days, tears will follow
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