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I have digressed to the way of an infant. Kicking and screaming with out the ability to use my words, never mind being in tune with the words themselves.
My dreams are back at step one, when all the girls wanted to act and all the boys wanted to play baseball. "Mommy mommy! I want to be a model."
Full Throttle.
Double meaning.
My roots are growing out brown, but I never wear black eyeliner anymore. So am I fake or not?
Tonight I will douse my eyes in kohl, with the hopes of revealing an answer.
An arm can wrap around me completely. A single arm. And I intend to keep going.
Full Throttle.
Double meaning.
Erratic gazing. Semi-erotic contortion.
"You're loaded, babe. But you've got nothing to spare."
My dreams are back at step one, when all the girls wanted to act and all the boys wanted to play baseball. "Mommy mommy! I want to be a model."
Full Throttle.
Double meaning.
My roots are growing out brown, but I never wear black eyeliner anymore. So am I fake or not?
Tonight I will douse my eyes in kohl, with the hopes of revealing an answer.
An arm can wrap around me completely. A single arm. And I intend to keep going.
Full Throttle.
Double meaning.
Erratic gazing. Semi-erotic contortion.
"You're loaded, babe. But you've got nothing to spare."