(she.)

A/N: stupid medium won’t let me fucking indent.

he

(who keeps track of what’s

his

that claims territories of what

she

is)

her

(soul’s a ripple

her

nightmares are going to where

she

claims safety and even behind

her

eyelids,

they

reside,

they

would belittle little

she

who in the first place only needed

him

. only)
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