Splitting wood like hairs. Thrown into the fire. It’s hard to make a change. Alabaster eyes and sunken cheeks. Abyss approaches ahead. Hold tight or risk losing your footing. Such smells fill…
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SUNDAY MIX TAPE – NUMBER 95
Why am I so, so tired? As I write this I have just awoken from a mini-slumber. Earlier tonight I tried watching The Polar Express with Nicci to officially usher in the…