Successful
With a kiss to the jaw a world so dark, so cold , so lonely arises. With shivering fingers and tears rolling down my eyes i see great grief of words unsaid, depression overcomed and the reason i live.
My success put mi to the test and so did this unfolding kiss. It stings, it hurts but now am awoken to a truth and so am successful.
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