and she's fine.
and we're fine.
and for the first time in a long while,
I'm fine.
YOU ARE READING
clouded
Poetrycigarettes, to the broken soul, are what advil is to an aching head. an escape from all pain. -- best rank: #974 in short story
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and she's fine.
and we're fine.
and for the first time in a long while,
I'm fine.
