my lungs are put through the shredder:
such a harsh word.
shred.
all I am trying to do
is to make confetti.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
my lungs are put through the shredder:
such a harsh word.
shred.
all I am trying to do
is to make confetti.
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