I feel so sore. Everything and anything seems to succeed in making an impact, somehow.
I reckon there's only a little while left before I start disintegrating into tiny fragments. Fragments that shall be the telltales of my anguish, ambivalence, angst, and agony; my once-upon-a-time existence.
2 comments:
don't disintegrate, what will i do without you? :(
Aww =) Thank you Furree! I shan't. And that's only because of you. ♥
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