Critical

visit my blog: www.cwphoto.tumblr.com I am awake but I don't know why are these thunderstorms or lullabies? September wind slams like a car accident her hands are like knives cut me out to circumvent the season fingers stretched out like you'd think they'd have reason but they don't, unless they're together like a fist, then they sever each other a constant suicide in the faint of night where the rain is light and the clouds are wide and mournful how the fuck can I eat when my mouth is so ...



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