Needed to negotiate never-again and to never end-up lonesomely wholesome… or maybe they will: “insist upon being these homely little reprobates with fists for famously HELLBENT fingers.” She’s keeping it calm and carrying herself into
The right and correct place wherein there’s nothing LEFT… … but for utterly “everything right happening inside of her
Laugh. Out. Low = mind.” We’ve been never-ending people with unintelligible peripheral individuals stepping on top of OUR overLOADED eggshells. She’s setting everything-else off again and asking: “what it takes to take her BEST breath (back) to that plACE
____ OF ever-long happiness YET again?”
