thoughts of a troubled mind.
I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what it's thirsty for.
I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what it's thirsty for.
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"She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live."
is losing its patience.
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thoughts of a troubled mind. 