Concept: I am unravelling, seeing particles on my fingertips drifting like dust in sunlight. I am in all sorts of directions. There is no more pain.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Concept: I am unravelling, seeing particles on my fingertips drifting like dust in sunlight. I am in all sorts of directions. There is no more pain.
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