
Graffiti 3



Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.

The secrets we shared helped relieve us of our solitude... But then yours became mine, and mine became yours... And we could no longer remember whose was whose.

Secrets, sentiments, stories, and lies... You speak only bullshit to get between thighs...
The stars connecting Orion's belt somehow felt closer than the brick pavers laying beneath us.


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