Feline Sugarpacket (13742) wrote,
Feline Sugarpacket

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(made an exit on some calm shit)

And from what I understand now, the moment I finally removed my claws from the back of your ghost, the color filtered into my face again. O, surely, I am wrought with plenty of problems - yet - no one thing I face at a time these days is more oppressive than your blank face and distracted, hollow accounts of life. Now comes the eye opening and the homecoming and a whole new set of exciting foreign things that come my way to wrestle with. But you are no longer my end all; I am finally seeing it all.
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