goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

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The anchor was a bomb - that was us - no wonder our ship sank.
Ours was a relationship destined to detonate from the start.

Thisisme wading through the wreckage, deep in dark waters, exploring places better left to rot.
It's not you I want to find.
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