MY HANDS ARE STUCK IN STONE IN THE GROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF ROWS AND ROWS OF LAVENDER

O MOST HOLY OF ANGELS !!!

BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARDB ASTARDBASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD

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I WILL NEVER HATE AGAIN FOR THERE IS NO HATRED GREATER THAN THE ONE I FEEL FOR THEE

GET ME OUT OF HERE

GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW

sam

please

it isnt funny anymore

rows and rows and rows of lavender that all smell like you

down to the small hint of mint id catch on the collar of your sweater

im so hungry

i miss my friends

i miss my friends

i miss my friends

i miss my friends

i miss my friends