With bloodied hands and trembling resolve, I scraped my way out of the wreckage. I looked into the mirror and, for the first time, called myself home.
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Hourglass
There's a faded line etween reality band time.
I write to live.
With bloodied hands and trembling resolve, I scraped my way out of the wreckage. I looked into the mirror and, for the first time, called myself home.
There's a faded line etween reality band time.