I have these ongoing fears that will possibly, quite possibly destroy me andtheystartfromoneittybittythoughtandcontinueandcontinueandgrowandgrowuntiltheyexplodeinmyvioletwordsmyredbloodedscreamsandimgoingtodrivehimawayiknowiwill.
i'm a blotched, redpenned, overworked, overthrought rough draft.
that's it. finito.
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