Fuck me. Always and forever.
Words will not save me, a fluttering piece of trash so colossally forgettable.
Once I had a home, once I had a heart. I knew what I had, it was a secret treasurous joy, and, helpless to stop it, I could do nothing but look it in its beautiful brown eyes as it scraped every scrap of my soul onto the floor and married me to dust under its turning heel.
How long does an empty shell stand?
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