Absolutely nothing. How someone so delicate can have such a piercing effect from her stare? How is it that when I look you in the eye, I find myself unable to breathe? Perhaps I might recover from you one day. There is hope. Hope that one day I'll be free from the slightly tainted innocence, and I can hide myself away from your pained eyes. A silly notion in itself. Nothing is safe from your gaze.
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Vents
DiversosPersonal venting place. Probably poetry and relatable rants and such. Idk.
