Another month full of sh*t and glory. Most nights left me wondering if tomorrow would come and nothing would change. The longing for something that never happened lingers. The terrifying thought of maybe our tolerance is subpar, but the ache takes a new shape and forms a new body that’s gone boring.
WILD OCTOBER
Another month full of sh*t and glory. Most nights left me wondering if tomorrow would come and nothing would change. The longing for something that never happened lingers. The terrifying thought of maybe our tolerance is subpar, but the ache takes a new shape and forms a new body that’s gone boring.
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jinky gutang 
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