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I'd love to write a beautiful poem feed from the anger that you evoke in me... but the truth is, I'm uncomfortably flabbergasted.
I have nothing to say... or do I have everything to say, all at once?
I dwell, he doesn't. That hurts. It feels like he doesn't care enough to think about it. meh.
Thought provoking thing that I wrote today: In a world where nothing seems strange anymore except lesbians and arabs, girls cut, starve, or kill themselves to feel something.
I have nothing to say... or do I have everything to say, all at once?
I dwell, he doesn't. That hurts. It feels like he doesn't care enough to think about it. meh.
Thought provoking thing that I wrote today: In a world where nothing seems strange anymore except lesbians and arabs, girls cut, starve, or kill themselves to feel something.