KEN Mode
romeo must never know
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The odds are not in our favour.
Thereâs little hope left.
What optimism existed has been strangled to the very last breath. Shuddering on strangers floors at 5 am; focus a shattered mess near the litter box that this apartmentâs aroma resembles far too clearly; allies become foes in the blink of an eye.
But This
Wonât
Augment me. Cut out the poison; detach from chaos; pacify desire; quell instinct;
But donât
Too many hours logged, too many miles conquered, too many grey hairs.
Too much love to let go.