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a bitter pill. it is always a choice; to devour or to drown it. since silences have been dissembling too much and sentences have made you lose one’s touch.
a bitter pill. it is always a choice; to devour or to drown it. since silences have been dissembling too much and sentences have made you lose one’s touch.
INDIRA LARASATI DEWI/18/INDONESIA
whimsical writer | peculiar photographer | front-seat singer | rain worshipper | monochromatic monster|