Venting But In Style
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Última publicación mar, nov 12, 2019
5:25 AM
I am hopelessly alone on a rock solid bed with nothing but a beaten up pillow-pet for support. I feel great though. Like I finally got a canvas and paints to do something when I'm feeling impossible. I love feeling impossible. I feel reckless.
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