unicorn-feelings: I curl back up on the bloodstained mattress, not cold but feeling so naked with just the paper to cover my tender flesh. Jumping to my death‘s not an option—the window glass must be a foot thick. I can make an excellent noose, but
unicorn-feelings: I curl back up on the bloodstained mattress, not cold but feeling so naked with just the paper to cover my tender flesh. Jumping to my death‘s not an option—the window glass must be a foot thick. I can make an excellent noose, but
unicorn-feelings: I curl back up on the bloodstained mattress, not cold but feeling so naked with just the paper to cover my tender flesh. Jumping to my death‘s not an option—the window glass must be a foot thick. I can make an excellent noose, but
unicorn-feelings: I curl back up on the bloodstained mattress, not cold but feeling so naked with just the paper to cover my tender flesh. Jumping to my death‘s not an option—the window glass must be a foot thick. I can make an excellent noose, but
