Despair and misery, meted out in equal measure. This corrupt soul, made hollow by an onslaught of relentless aversion, moves ever towards The Mountain.

11/10 - my fetid flesh craves the anxious loathing of my next meltdown.
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Marion.B Dec 20, 2024 @ 9:14pm 
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