Consumed
- 5 days ago
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The thought of you pulls at me like gravity in a room with no exit.
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Chaos with Cait
A universe of words, where outcasts wear crowns and silence learns to sing.
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A universe of words, where outcasts wear crowns and silence learns to sing.
The thought of you pulls at me like gravity in a room with no exit.
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