wink
disultry thoughts of dream and reverie cloud my judgment and impede on my comprehensiveness.
drowning in from a distance, precieved as a phantasmagorical shangrulah i indulge in martyrism and self pity spare me of this bitter potion while my youth is wasted on my naive self
where do i go from here?
Like an ant hill i thrive but only because of my fellows each layer deeper and darker than the last with each coven containing a creator ready to strike, a labyrinth of contradiction passions and ideals . 3nodding
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