as if it was my choice like i feel this way on purpose i should be guilty you keep me thinking it will go away you keep me hoping but you wont let me forget like it is my fault GOD, you make me sick i scream out throwing my fist at you reverberating sounds: my agonized scream and tinkling glass that was my last mirror
Reason for writing:
I feel the need to explain why my part is always crooked and my hair is colored strange,why i seldom do it up,even though i truely care
Birth sign: Pisces
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