Mar 15, 2006 00:03
and further blossoms in the mind of the willful.
my shoulders are sore. i've found a few new bruises. i've found a new reason to smile. i've found a new reason to cry.
i feel absurd in the company of anyone else, and ecstatically irrational in her company.
my heart feels like the violent femmes on e.
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