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Life is a mystery, isn’t it. The sun peaks through your blinds and lands itself neatly on the light illuminating…

I was in first class and flying high, When your gorgeous ice first caught my eye. “Who’s that?”, I asked. …

I’m dripping wet. Bodily fluids waterfall through every crevice, determined and with terrifying purpose. Nothing around me but flesh. Pink,…