Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
A home defines her state of mind. Her roof of thick wood and drywall. She is smothered amongst the trees.
Her in between ex lover to ingest the brokenness of her marriage. I, an extension or prelude to our burdens. My sanctuary is a block of the concrete jungle that waivers on the outcome of the huddle. A pair of knockoffs frostbitten and mangled dangle.
Fuck Fentanyl.
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Her mourning coffee 