out of bed 4am, taken from sweet naked beauty wrapped in my sheets... out of bed to help the insane talk sense into the sad and illogical. another late night another sense of the world being damn big and damn scary but i'm fine, i have love and sex and food and drugs, and a heart full of empathic visions for the rest of the world.
Reason for writing:
need there be a reason
Birth sign: Cancer
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