Nov 2017
the hands
they look
unswallowed
but (dear hate)
I’m the same
person
I always
wasn’t (tree
with frozen
stomach) (the wrong
grave) (movie)
that ended
god
they look
unswallowed
but (dear hate)
I’m the same
person
I always
wasn’t (tree
with frozen
stomach) (the wrong
grave) (movie)
that ended
god
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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