what chemical imbalance perpetuates this sort of behavior who was it when we were younger to turn the right screw the wrong way what demons do insist on being exorcised from our crowded closests what makes our hands move what makes the words flow what makes us these monsters just doing what we do without knowing why we do it knowing beyong the inspiration what makes us do it over and over and over and over well...I think you know where I'm going with this what makes us..Birth sign: Gemini
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