stomach growling, panic stricken. dreams of curly haired girls and sidewalks. Wondering why things happen, if they happen for a reason, and what those reasons are. Tumbling down, hard. You are the ever living ghost of, what once was. I hate debating. It's not an introverted sport. For me, debating is like putting me in a Lady Gaga meat dress and ( Read more... )

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