Borrowed Flesh
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
When nothing matters, your emotions run cold and the astute loneliness inside becomes so unbearable, what do you do when the only thought that burns in your mind is to lay down onto the simmering concrete sidewalk and stop breathing?
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