Thought #1
Oct 5, 2017
Like one cold night of bad winter, in well situated milieu. Brushing your skin, the crisp wind, with every point on its surface killing you softly. I never knew else, a better sphere. See for some people broken is the established state. See that maybe it's not that I'm not sad; maybe I just never been happy.
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