There were days she wished she could empty her mind, like a jar of its contents, and sink within a deep curve of uncluttered space. Where she could rest, cozy and curled safe within the soft bosom of thoughtlessness.
There were days she wished she could empty her mind, like a jar of its contents, and sink within a deep curve of uncluttered space. Where she could rest, cozy and curled safe within the soft bosom of thoughtlessness.
Oooooh girl.
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Haha, I think this one of my worst. But I’m so happy you liked it 🥰❤️
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I loved it.
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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