ASMR Fall Asleep To Mic Scratching 1 Hour No Talking

A face, open, without shadow. I see the cracks forming beneath the skin. The inevitable fracture I couldn’t divine.

An internal frost creeping over. The landscape of what was. I built this lens. I painted this distortion. A slow poison

No moment escapes. The laughter, now hollow. The light, diffused through a perpetual haze, just decaying.

And as I pull each fragment, carving away the innocence. The very act of recalling is an act of destruction as I watch our memories burn.

ASMR Fall Asleep To Mic Scratching 1 Hour No Talking

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