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let the storm rage on
People don’t remember me really. It’s not a paranoid thing, I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn’t bother me all that much. Except I guess that’s a lie; it does.

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"She exhaled her darkness like constellations.”
— 6-Word Story #29 (via aesthetickally)
"There is no shelter in you anywhere.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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