Crimson

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Complete Sat, Nov 11, 20176m

bottles completed dystopia emotional emotions

We are vessels, containers of emotions. Like a jar of water we're filled and emptied of feelings, those feelings are what drive us...

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Where the Broken Go

Poetic tales of life, longing, and nightmares I can't keep out of my head.

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