Without failure I will be let down by those who were meant to help me the most. Hence the lost, which I have to carry and will always be there. It hurts more than the sun. It burns my ashes back to stone.
—~ you are dead to me
a series of random thoughts thrown into existence with great annoyance of a rabbit freely in my head therefore I gave them crooked forms
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because it is nice to know that the reader knows
where these came from.
thank you dearly for reading,
you're like shooting stars passing through. "
~ love, LostinSpace
