have pity on me.
punched in the stomach. Not yet completed the process of resurrection completely. Viva Vacation in the head and rides will see me happy forever. till death do us part. Nights and tears and cried the old town too many times. But never enough. Love that envelops my hands in blue plastic. Colored Pencil drawing unusual thoughts on skin cut studs sharp enough to hurt me. I would like to review these CDs. But I do not have time to breathe.
I LOVE ME.
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