Perfect is Every Imperfection
Perfect is Every Imperfection I don’t need a shoulder to cry on. Na, any shoulder is too hard and uncomfortable, and any bosom muffles the cries, and brings in the worry of wetting them thoroughly with tears and snort. I prefer to cry into my pillow, blanketed by the warmth of my comforter; or then […]
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