a poet of sorts but i'm (not) enough to give you an eyesore

[8mm_and_3pieces]

Dear Diary,
My teen-angst bullshit has a body count. I believe it's six going on seven now!2 hours left and he's gone til August. The next oldest is scar(r)ed. New room for Vodka wedding memories. Fall Out Boy and fake downs. Norma Jean and personal grudges. Half assed receptions. Lame excuses. 3 little angels. Devil in disguise. Purple skies and

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[loss_4_worrrrds]

kaila i need you