ego

how in torn i feel lost before the sow as we reap nodes so before I grow let the beast know thus born eats of the neat glow I seek below mourn pledge the core edge of lockets snow a sore mind is of what not to ghost be awful sought a cove never possible the mindset I am is a facade so quite above me we aren't shown this available sand its mantra long a possems hue is to mew non excuse long an hue of the man