Gnarl
It keeps whispering in my head and feasting upon my heart. And I can’t even pronounce its name.
It keeps whispering in my head and feasting upon my heart. And I can’t even pronounce its name.
You’ve hidden it so many times, disguised it, repressed it, that one day you finally realize you’ve lost all capacity to actually do it.
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