Sep 2018
as the wind insanely blows at 2 a.m
and my mind is tragically exploding
and my thoughts are ironically emptying
here’s the picture of you
comforting..
floating..
disappearing..
and my mind is tragically exploding
and my thoughts are ironically emptying
here’s the picture of you
comforting..
floating..
disappearing..
(22/F/ID)
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