Hey open wide, here comes original sin..

[taijaisalice]

Oh dear... what do I want?

I am sleeping fine, eating better, working out everyday
and easily the hardest working student at my school.
I am doing well in everything
even stupid therapy is going well...

so,
what do I want?

Why am I following through with my own stupid limitations?

oh poem time;

Custodial key baby
jingle jangle maybe, you
are nothing left at all.
Delinquent's latest excursion
in a slightly different version
translated from your latin roots
Resting in your rotten boots
Take a scissor, cut it loose.
Your (blue is a lie) aura
slip-strain-strangle-slew
of
me-she-him-you
give it to me straight.
Swallowed up by the light of a street lamp
you sit a staring, caring, daring...weary is your name.
Blonde blossom beauty opening up to a stranger of man
and the darkness of it all
makes her pupils, expand.
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Ps; I hate money.