Loss is the scent of an unwashed shirt. A last chance to save the scent of STOP space Loss tastes of blood in the back of your throat raw from the screams because STOP space Loss is time gone, mind numbed in a desperate attempt to forget STOP space Loss is cracked lips from lack
Here we go again… Those 6 glory days between Christmas and New Years day have officially passed, which means that it’s time to put down the gingersnaps and pick up the slack. By the drop of a hat yet another year has passed, and many of us are facing those daunting “New Year, new me!”
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