She crawled walls that weren’t really there no more – the juxtaposed, seriously solely survival she did take – to the posthumous…. stake. Although.. if they were searching for
Something other than sadness in tow(n), then she blisteringly gave it EVERYTHING, and to a most
Disputable extent of bending over backwards to fall narrowly inside of YET another damn pill popping hospital WARD. CALLED mental persuasions. They create silence to loudly reenact their own state of replacement
And that’s… called:: “a messy state of waxing~lyrical until your eyes are blue-blood resolute and your… nose
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