Oct 2015
What do you think?
Opulent thread;
red — he, the loss of
identity. The flowers
off to the right. I know
how to breathe and it
kills me, but I know.
I remember.
Opulent thread;
red — he, the loss of
identity. The flowers
off to the right. I know
how to breathe and it
kills me, but I know.
I remember.
(25/M/Wisconsin)
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