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I couldn’t answer. I was falling. The noise was a physical pressure, the lights were needles, and the shame was the worst part of all. I ruined it. I always ruin it. He took me to a beautiful place and I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces over a chocolate soufflé.
Goodnight, blog. Goodnight, world. I am going to go be held. master salve gay blog






