Mar 2020
Guilt.
Always guilt.
I am weary,
and I need a place to journey.
Space would suit me.
Perhaps in the next lifetime.
Or maybe the one after that.
Always guilt.
I am weary,
and I need a place to journey.
Space would suit me.
Perhaps in the next lifetime.
Or maybe the one after that.
(21/M/Pittsburgh, PA)
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