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i'm duck taped onto a mean roller-coaster ride, with no one sitting next to me or waiting at the exit for me_with a brown paper bag and napkins. i feel like the boy with the scar on his forehead lent me his invisible blanket, but with out my asking.
my room is in a constant state of mess and even my best attempts of cleaning result back to the way it started. i am useless to any positive thinking, and constantly desire the circumstance of being gently touched, kissed, and loved.
fuck off september !
my room is in a constant state of mess and even my best attempts of cleaning result back to the way it started. i am useless to any positive thinking, and constantly desire the circumstance of being gently touched, kissed, and loved.
fuck off september !