Dear Friend,
"White lips, pale face, Breathing in snowflakes, Burnt lungs, sour taste, Light's gone, day's end, Struggling to pay rent, Long nights, strange men." I feel like I am walking through a snowstorm and I can't find the way out. I can tell people are getting tired of my problems but I keep telling them as if someone cares. At the end of the day I guess the only person you have is yourself right? Least that's what I am told I know if you were here you would have better advice.
-Love always Mitchell
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