Mar 17, 2005 17:13
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After A.M. Rooney
I ink my body with names and numbers, carving black lines into my skin. I remember everything in bold lettering, sometimes fading. The scratches get deeper when my pen gets closer to emptiness. White lies begin like this: today I woke up. The ink was gone. And I was beautiful
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I am so damn bored...
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*huggle*
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I need my prettyboy dosage.
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Shmorkey should sing.
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