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I'm wilting with the roses.
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Ongoing, First published Apr 20, 2017
I've made stories before. some parts poetic, but one hundred percent depressing. This is where, and when I can really.. exhale. With descriptive words that stretch to paragraphs of things I myself lack the vocabulary to fully describe. So.. the story description? I'm not okay, and I'm going to write about it. Enjoy, I guess.
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