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[_mcmlxxxv]

What’s growing fainter is my lachrymose cry for help and its canyon-wall echo off my iron prison door. It’s my third morning in three days coming down from an indescribable high-coming down from my perch on the prison roof. I overlook a postcard from freedom’s resort, addressed to the hole in my prison door.

Comments

[anonymous]

i forgot to tell you that i had a dream about jurassic park when i fell asleep in your car.
-mb

[killer_x_queen]

lachrymose!

[emo_leary]

i was going to leave the same comment, meAghan!
putaa

hey eric by the way i know you've had that icon since like freshman year, but everytime i see it, i always think it's you for a second.

not that you wear wristbands
or that it says "all that's left" on the bottom

w.e

ur bdaii iz totalie in lyke 4 daiz!

[killer_x_queen]

hey! i always think that too
youre the puta

[anonymous]

FRANCE AND SPAIN TOMORROW!