Yarn
I’m like that perfect little ball of yarn that’s slowly come unraveled and tangled and knotted to the extent that it’s no longer fixable; no longer wanted because it’s no longer useful, so you throw it away.
That’s. me.
I’m like that perfect little ball of yarn that’s slowly come unraveled and tangled and knotted to the extent that it’s no longer fixable; no longer wanted because it’s no longer useful, so you throw it away.
That’s. me.
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