[ he gives thorns all the time he needs to come down from his panic, rubbing slow, steady circles into his back. what could possibly fix this? forcefully induced amnesia? but that would only open a new set of problems.
it's true, neither of them can be trusted with solutions' they're too far gone to come up with anything that even remotely resembles something normal. ]
Always. I dream of you, I think of you. Every thought and second of my life circles back to you.
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it's true, neither of them can be trusted with solutions' they're too far gone to come up with anything that even remotely resembles something normal. ]
Always. I dream of you, I think of you. Every thought and second of my life circles back to you.