Death of a Rose i don't believe i am,
and yet the distance that seperates myself from sanity could be used as a shield to fend off thoughts of you. all i need is another fixation.
Syrope this could be so much worse. i think the horror and shame are turning to indignance. who are you to snub me, here? i'm the one with the shortest end of this stupid stick. i never thought i was one to be comforted by statistics. 080226
what's it to you?
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