more cake, they shouted.
i present you an analytical cocktail with a squeeze of soul. garners tempestuous hurricanes inside a cage of brittle bones.
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Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
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