| You have to understand that an individual such as myself uses sexual practice as a form of artistic release.
Call me a freak, call me a whore. I am strong enough to swallow
and spit up the seeds of remorse. I am not afraid to admit how ridiculous this all is.
He who has character is one that lives vividly.
No apologies unless you can hear a resounding 'forever'... or a 'never again'.
I can't help to love, but it would make no difference if I stayed.
There is so much
so much
so much more
that I have to say.
Yet we are waiting for a moment to give our performance, choke it out, seal the deal, then clean up.
What is wrong with me? Nothing is ever enough. |
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I know you miss me because I miss you. |
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| Yeah, I abandoned xanga.
And what!
Later. I just missed you people. |
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| Dreams of you and me always made my head spin. |
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| FUCK YOU XANGA.
I love my deadjournal.
It's real love.
*Hope dangles on a string...*
I just may return, but it is doubtful this time. |
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