Sometimes this existence feels like something you won in a custody battle.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
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This late night walk after a tough, rough unending day at work. I am so, so exhausted. But this...sweet chutney of wind, lane littered wit...
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