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its better when i dont know what im saying. and foreverandaday is worth waiting for. supposedly. supposebly. hella is now my stone for two birds. hella. im crazely sane, and thats good enough to get me acquited. and i have big buts about life and no one wants to tell me otherwise. uncertainties, i've found out, are just as good as embarrassment. i like feeling blood flushing against my skin. does my face turn green? of course not. my heart is colored yellow. see how i answer my questions. silent questions. that must mean im my own god. i don't like responsibility. i kept insisting that im still just a boy and all im worth is everything free. i'd rather be my own lover. it sounds quite easy but i'm a selfish little boy. im wishing. i had a dream again. i was a skinny delicate young man with leadership skills. there were zombies and i woke feeling fierce. let me take over your world. these hands for writing can also caress. i wont need words when holding you is enough. these eyes for judging can also be your hiding place. im willing to grow up and feel my heart turn red. i've heard its only that shade because thats the color of bleeding. im willing. im also being corny. im sorry these words aren't good enough to make me feel good. cicero has no place within my language. but im willing.
have we decided if his heart is breaking? no, i'll make it easier and tell you its nothing that low. im funked up crazy. we know its true. im getting professional help. the kind that involves meds. and im hoping that narcissism keeps you from reading this far. lets be bitter riders. lets have mustangs with silver wings. let me shoot you first and we can start that adventure. for some coherentness, this is a letter from my mind, and i hope you get the message. wait. its nothing that high. my father and i abuse each other. my mother and i lie to ourselves. my brother is fat. my sisters are self-absorbed and we also have high cheekbones. my diet is just like my indulgences. not too much and nothing too good. the end. like all stories. end.
have we decided if his heart is breaking? no, i'll make it easier and tell you its nothing that low. im funked up crazy. we know its true. im getting professional help. the kind that involves meds. and im hoping that narcissism keeps you from reading this far. lets be bitter riders. lets have mustangs with silver wings. let me shoot you first and we can start that adventure. for some coherentness, this is a letter from my mind, and i hope you get the message. wait. its nothing that high. my father and i abuse each other. my mother and i lie to ourselves. my brother is fat. my sisters are self-absorbed and we also have high cheekbones. my diet is just like my indulgences. not too much and nothing too good. the end. like all stories. end.