Like the churning of sharp bristles in the pit of my stomach
sharp twang of isolation at my gut
I cannot see further than my shallow emotions
broken, shattered horizon ahead.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
Like the churning of sharp bristles in the pit of my stomach
sharp twang of isolation at my gut
I cannot see further than my shallow emotions
broken, shattered horizon ahead.
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