this east sky is pale when i close my eyes and morphs from a twilight to a white i have seen on better days but i am travelling travelling into a pseudo paradise where i hate myself more in the afternoon more than i already do, bare legs feeling for the untouched, virgin, colder regions of the same sheets that i have spent most of my time in ever since i was born in the very same room clumped mascara i had once lost hope in removing gives way now that it knows i hate myself more than i already do A post shared by @ audrey1.0 on Aug 7, 2016 at 6:28pm PDT
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