Jen Juice

The flashbacks, the wretched body pain – these are reminisce of every moment I spend with myself. The darkest moments are the only way to the other side, though. I seem to know it well – I feel safe in the darkness, but I’m tired.

How to not crumble at my own memories of my entire life is my only real question…

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