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65% (Cutting the neck) To hold a child is to feel time rearrange itself. The world becomes smaller, sharper, full of fragile beginnings. There is tenderness, yes, but also terror—the knowledge that what is loved most. can be harmed by distance, by silence, by the ordinary weight of days. For dear: https://eitaa.com/joinchat/1713832642Cbbea85a5fd

I'm waiting, l don't know what l'm waiting for but l'm waiting

big eyes

30% (overdose) "You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or not to, Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time." For dear: https://eitaa.com/ca3tle

‌ 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭? 🎐