Photo: Corrupt I Sit Alone In The Absence Of Distraction. I Feel The Need For Solitude. Yet All I Can Seem To Feel Is Retraction. My Ever Darkening Mood. My Gut Twists And Turns In Despair, My Lungs Scream Out For Air. My Head Throbs, My Mind’s
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