bleh. for the sake of it, im sorry
I always feel unsafe, and I mean all the time.
the worst and best memories: you.
So, do I really need these bottled up feelings inside of me like the oxygen in this room, that I need to breathe?
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Sunset of a random day in May.
It's around 8.00 pm...