It’s hard to breathe through
choppy waters when your
head bounces like a hopeless buoy
if only you could sink and drown instead
of being anchored to this
miserable, isolated purgatory
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
It’s hard to breathe through
choppy waters when your
head bounces like a hopeless buoy
if only you could sink and drown instead
of being anchored to this
miserable, isolated purgatory
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