Life

[outlandishstar]

Fumes, smoky, billowing fumes. It still smells like hell. You should do something with that joke you call a face. Why don't you find someone who cares? And as you smash that ash ridden cigarette to the grindstone think about yourself. I hate that trapped feeling. Your pursuing me with your awful lies. Enough is enough, don't you get it? We are all

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[imitari]

what on earth have you been up to?