The way this feels is excruciating, suffocating. I’m crying out for
air, I need to breath –with every step my movement is restricted. I
wish I could travel back in time when things were different – when I
didn’t feel so trapped, airtight, longing for escape… release. It’s the
worst thing to happen to man, oh how I long to burn them –I hate them.
These Fucking,
Skinny Jeans
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