Over time, even his mere existence has stiched itself into the very seams that uphold my being
We have become two elements compounded together; I will never regain my untouched identity
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
Over time, even his mere existence has stiched itself into the very seams that uphold my being
We have become two elements compounded together; I will never regain my untouched identity
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