morning smelled like a mix of coffee mulch and wet grass. it's supposed to rain. sometime.
I am zoned out
zoned inside out. insides froze, flaking, shaking and shaking while ragepanicfear chips and chisels away at the ice.
voices with nothing but pouts, or lies. muffled either way, too believable. or not believable at all.
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