"My tongue is stiff from words I speak but I can’t live. Like, “All things lateral” and, “We seperate, we turned a page, we leave.”
Brothers, there’s no fucking light left. Loveless in a city of debts. You don’t have to sleep alone if you sleep at all."
Brothers, there’s no fucking light left. Loveless in a city of debts. You don’t have to sleep alone if you sleep at all."
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