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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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4:00 PM, Pissed.
Monday, July 6, 2009
God, why does it seem that i can't even say or do anything these days? It'd be nice if you people, who talk too much, just leave me alone? You guys are damn irritating. I don't need and i don't want all the attention. I'm miserable, so are you pleased now? witches. |