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Anatomy of a Fall Review: A Truth Personally Acknowledged
“Your generosity conceals something dirtier and meaner,”
Everything Hurts When You’re Dying Inside
“You perform poetry,” Bee laughed.
Howl
You are my ecstasy, and I am a moth without a bed.
18/12 / massacre
comparable to
the Illiad, your constant
affection was the
root cause of my destruction