who knows, who cares, who things, who believes, who breathes, who sighs, who shines, who withers, who stops, who runs, who fixes, who creates, who touches, who …really….matters….. where is my fucking ashtray sometimes i wish it were easier to cry, i wish it were easier to open the floodgates and empty all that sits […]
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