It's late and I'm contemplating things. I realize now what a fucked up little kid I am. I mean seriously. I think I'm a fucking horrible kid. I've done things that grown people with no sense at all wouldn't do, why the hell am I so impressionable? Ugh. Poetry time.
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Bombshell Harlot/Punk Diabolique )
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I love ya!
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I really like your writing...its hot.. <33333.!!
love you toddles!!
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fab poems :)
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