I can't be around other girls and listen to their stories of tounges and such. I sit in my studio shunning everyone. Maybe its because I blame you for making me not being able to be unconditional about anything. the feelings you left me with are like the skin of the soft part of my thigh being extracted, as one day you will be, too. You, the king of exuses have made me your queen. Exuding spite follows sadness A physical reaction to you.
Reason for writing:
Anger, plain and simple
Birth sign: Not entered
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