Clouds written with unbearable ink
the stench of the new age
Collapsing bridges into my tangles and lighting up cigarettes made of danger and ache.
Murder
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(YOU CAN REATTACH A HAND CAN'T YOU?
Bisexyouall!
Hi Jenn's Mutha!
And this is where normal people shower-what the FUCK
Bullshit. Total fucking Bullshit.
GET MY PEN)
To my own true loves- i miss you so.
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