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all your friends.
im sitting here all dolled up waiting, waiting, waiting.
for the nailpolish on my fingers to dry. listening to pablo neruda poetry over italian soap opera music.
a lot of things have changed, as usual.
i want to write, and as usual i don't.
im trying to be more, yet trying to be less.
cope with me, please.
im sitting here all dolled up waiting, waiting, waiting.
for the nailpolish on my fingers to dry. listening to pablo neruda poetry over italian soap opera music.
a lot of things have changed, as usual.
i want to write, and as usual i don't.
im trying to be more, yet trying to be less.
cope with me, please.