I’m going to bed.
ericabanten
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I fucking hate my brother.
I wish heβd die.
Sweet dreams. Have a fantastic day tomorrow. : )
He sees sound.
He tastes color.
He speaks solace.
He breathes ink.
He loves you.
He feels the cosmos in his veins.
He is one with the universe.
He will die.
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