it's ani-cized you realize so it's devised to surpurrvise this childs pint-sized aching mind pretending to deviate and intending to insinuate that your manner is making a rise in some young grrl's thighs and the rise and fall of tall tall beams seems less involved in the walls we create between each other another thing came to mind when i signed my soul to my demons of grief and disbelief i thought how did i get here? and more importantly what's the closest bus back? the confuusion in my journey springs euphoria in what was blinded by a guiding light and i have turned the lights off...
Reason for writing:
wow i know its been a while
something i wrote for a friends journal that i just rediscovered...
its good to be back
Birth sign: Pisces
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