Revolving Routes Turn South
By: Ryan Lynch
Mental despair, complete insanity, and rosy cheeks; this is my being in a nut shell. I lay on my bed entangled in sheets with three cigarettes burning at once. Rolling around on my bed grasping my stomach with red irritated eyes, hacking shamelessly, the picture frame in my vacant hand broke under the force
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you never cease to amaze me
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i can't wait to see more...
love,
krysta
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