I can't stop thinking about my polluted little zombie. I keep him tucked away in the back of my mind but he keeps crawling to the front somehow. I wish that I could push my fingers in and pull him out but I worry that I might bleed to death. It's the same with everyone I meet...I can't let them go. I need them
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love ya,
Ta Ta,
LISA
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