for whatever reason a conversation so dry hoping to find interest why bother to try i've dealt my own hand just like the rest i'm not looking to win i was trying to confess in extreme complication when it shouldn't have to be learning to let it go all so desperatley a fire so deep with vanishment awaiting exhaustingly exposed feeling so degrating not to be prestigous but trying to understand deeply gasping for breath when there's blood on my hands a dance with the devil inspiration so discreet trustingly distraght a misguinding belief.
Reason for writing:
i always want what i know is not good for me.
Birth sign: Cancer
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