macauleyk
Dear Lord.
Why.
Everywhere, all the time, judging.
Just because we have the same blood does not give you a free pass into my life.
And no this isn't leftover teenage angst.
This is me, asking you, to stop.
basement?
as in where they keep the dead ones?
rotting cold?
yeah.
i've been there.
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