troxler

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I’m here once more, but then again when was I not? as if my eyes have ever shifted from my reflection. I’m sick of it. I don’t know how long I’ve been here;… Continue reading

fragmental

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naivete has always played a funny role shifting from blessing to curse, for the better or for the worse existing on her own selfish terms ~ I drown here silently, not wanting to… Continue reading

ferris

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got into my seat, took on the highs and lows the same way that we all go scooting over for whoever joined the ride (and the ride was better with you by my… Continue reading