Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment in her mind.
Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment in her mind.
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This sounds like some pretty drastic decluttering.
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Endless decluttering 😏
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A trail that will surely lead to shocking secrets about friends, foes, and herself.
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slip sliding away inside your own head. not that i understand that or anything… 😉😍
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Yeah…. Who drifts off into their own abyss anymore? 🙂
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pffft no one lol
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