(all) apologies
13 crows outside my window, The air is frozen. I can see my breath before me. I can feel it on the painted glass, my mind is my own prison. My heart is an open book, this is a letter to end. There is no way to send. ... push, pause, and delete ... Nobody was ever there for me. Apologies ... Before the aftermath, rain against my window. -Puddles
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