When the nights are only shades of black, different densitys passing by each other; when it is uncomfortable to lie, to sleep or breathe, when my skin is as bright as a nazi lampshape, I cannot shed the feelings of regret or stop the itching feeling I wear in this disguise- the only thing I could tollerate between the pillow and my head is your
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they are so, so gorgeous!!!!!
psst. do you have aim?
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<3
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