I am reckless in my life. The rush of each thrill burns brightly, searing me in a desire for distraction as a desperate attempt to feel something.
Wintry White
I rose lazily on a crisp February morning, the snow shimmering brightly in wintry white.
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I am reckless in my life. The rush of each thrill burns brightly, searing me in a desire for distraction as a desperate attempt to feel something.
I rose lazily on a crisp February morning, the snow shimmering brightly in wintry white.