The absence of your voice distinguishes comfort-- as solitude pierces deep. Fear contaminates; spiraling a vivacious soul in reverse-- Life transforms from scarlet dreams into a nightmare. Energy drains along with lingering patience as eyelids yawn; exhausted and lifeless--running on empty. It seems as though just yesterday-- everything was progressing yet now it all has been shifted in R E V E R S E.
.K I N K Y R E D F A I R Y.
.S U I I M U R N Y.
.M E I.
*If only i can write a love letter on miele's arm.
Anw,where's my miele gone?
9:20 AM
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