will i ever end up where id like to be, twisted around my own spindle, apparently trying to disguise itself as my brain. twirling; getting lost in each new notion that seems to knock me on my ass without remorse. i sit here bruised and beated, yet the only object that has flown through the air is my own conscience. a girl's mind can be her greatest
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