On rainy days, blank and clueless, it has become my habit to frustratingly look up at the ceiling, begging for something I am not sure if I even wanted. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Mental explosions through words
On rainy days, blank and clueless, it has become my habit to frustratingly look up at the ceiling, begging for something I am not sure if I even wanted. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
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