The lowly weed has become a briar patch, strangling all it can coil around.
I walk away broken and defeated, disgusted by my own weakness.
O gregarious humanity, thou has't cursed me to a life dependent among the thorns and nettles. The blank wall crumbles within, having been torn apart from the inside. The less I struggle, the less the thorns hurt, the more I bleed, and then will cease to be, as all others are destined to do.
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Gaia hates babies?
1 year April 10th! ^_^
Beatings will continue until morale improves.
1 year April 10th! ^_^
Beatings will continue until morale improves.
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