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a tangled mess is what most would call it, wrapped in a series of unblossoming madness. i was blinded by the fact that i'm letting these roots grow that i've forgotten to **** out the thorns of all my sorrow.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
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a tangled mess is what most would call it, wrapped in a series of unblossoming madness. i was blinded by the fact that i'm letting these roots grow that i've forgotten to **** out the thorns of all my sorrow.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
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