I’m going to bed.
Sweet dreams. Have a fantastic day tomorrow. : )I fucking hate my brother.
I wish he’d die.
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.
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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