She ran out of blood before they could run out of insults.
Y-Z
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Heart Waves
PoetryI should be grateful for my hands, without them, my thoughts would be left in the dark. A collection of words made into sentences to relieve my heart from the burning sensation of unwritten thoughts. Raita_san.
XXXIV
She ran out of blood before they could run out of insults.
Y-Z
