How Does It Feel From The Inside
Collar upturned, scarf scratching against the skin, eyes tearing as furious winds find their way, we protect ourselves from the intermittently indifferent month of November. As only we can. Atmosphere duly moistened by pent up frustration in joys not found, unfostered friendships, and decline in the value of our self-worth, deceit flows freely in these […]
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