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I have a secret that lies under my flesh, begging to submerge. Pale, ghastly dreams and nightmares of calories and flesh haunt me in my sleep. My best friend is my skeleton. The voice in my head. This dysfunctional conscience of mine. I am a confused little girl. Intent on becoming physically weak and mentally invincible. Watch the wind whisk me away and wonder, “whatever was she thinking.”
You can't say that you don't enjoy breaking rules, at least everyone once and a while.
firday-city, my house.
And it continues..
You can't say that you don't enjoy breaking rules, at least everyone once and a while.
firday-city, my house.
And it continues..