Reaching into the pool of ones desired
Down with luck can't even look eyes up. Inhale the scent of comfort. In time rest assured your last breath drawn into the purple soul world. Give up it all no one at the closed door. Last thing on a line is peace and no strife. Everything slipped through slippery fingertips. Dark streams of black veins as mascara tears fall off wet cheeks of the abused. Silent voices in the shadows of all hearts. Each and every struggle everyone has a story to tell. My addiction to life in all its unique paths how many different shoes get similar walks of life. Together understand everyone and everything even the addictions of covering the pain. Feeling so one with yourself be brave be safe be addicted to next season.
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