If I had any other source. I'd blind myself.

[sleepwithknives]

Sometimes I feel wonderful. And sometimes I wish well. Where other days I am darkness. That reigns a forgotten realm. The shade soothes. you may not know me. The shade improves. my fascination. my sex. my lovely lies. I am a fit of forgotten figures. That lack every last lecture. I want to wallow in weeping wreaths. Paint them black and I will conceal. My identity. I feel wonderful. Today is one of the few. I feel underestimated. Stay that way. So I can transpose before you.