my words do not find themselves resting in the warm sanctity of the opposing person's ear canals where they belong, but are rather stumbled and stuttered in to an incoherent mess that no man or god could hope to understand. not a fan.
my words do not find themselves resting in the warm sanctity of the opposing person's ear canals where they belong, but are rather stumbled and stuttered in to an incoherent mess that no man or god could hope to understand. not a fan.
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