Your gorgeous you annoy me whispers of utter hate fill you self doubt absolute loathing get off your high
Im floating at times so far away from here that i just applaud myself, who the fuck do you think you are way up there so into yourself. is that a bad thing? am i not supposed to fly? why is it when my feathers strengthen they start to fall out?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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