In my head I see the door. Like something from the deepest castle dungeon. A cell reserved for only the worst offender in the land. Some unspeakable monster sentenced to rot. Slowly. To suffer for their crimes. And this is the place in my soul where I saw fit to guard all my love. Suddenly it’s no wonder I’ve driven them all away. 

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  1. AnonymousAugust 22, 2020 at 8:07 AM

    between this post and the last one...I'm on the edge of my fuckin seat

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