Erm.
It’s the most she’s said to me since that night, and I bask in her voice, in her words, one after the other, and I wish she were holding me like she did in the tunnel because her touch is like oil, and my pain is the water. She creates a divide when I could be drowning.
*scratches head*
Nope. Fail.
— Sep 18, 2018 07:55PM
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