| winter_morning | ||
| fyn gula |
no one can be expected to endure thoughtless words that chill the soul when it is warmth that usually comes out like steam. |
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| amybeary | blankets make a caccoon for me. my beautiful butterfly self would rather wait for spring | 000409 |
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| lost | my brick wall that i have built only holds out the love, and lets in the cold bitter reality. | 010815 |