Saturday, May 17

red is not.

there's nothing to whine about. nothing to complain.
I did it. Rather, I didn't. It's why I'm still here.
HOPES AND DREAMS remain, what they always have been.
Vague.
It's the simplest thing isn't it?
It's the most simplest motherfucking thing.
You're right about me. Every single word.
Dunk me in salt. I wanna blister like a slug.

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