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[__holyshit]

Things i write are in the context of a mood generated by whatever it was that exposed my skin to the day.. in any which way shape or form. It molds my mood. My words like bullets and a gun held to someone's head. Exchanged bullets/assaults in and out everyday i am reduced for the ideals of repression and the slack of a shadow that curses and blends

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[pinkeyefountain]

stupidface, why are you sleeping?
this weekend was nice. even te parts of it in which we did not get along.
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouuuuuuu...
and so on.
ah, you're stirring. showing some signs of life.
perhaps i will awaken you with a kiss.

xo.