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kinkshamer
Eighteen months.
Sounds like hell ascending from the depths of existence into objective reality of my mind.
Damn it hurts.

All this talk of love.
All this talk of distance.
All this talk of... the situation.

I. Will. Make. It. Through.
Or else, you know.
Too fucking tired.

@темы: дорогой дневник, сегодня я убил шлюху, грустняшки, Майк и теория Космической Бабочки, #ThisIsHowIBreak