REDS.
scribble on my heart.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
this is murder.
this doesn't make sense anymore. i have always been a walking paradox, but the irony is finally getting the best of me. what am i? WHAT am i?
i'm on a rampage,
there is nothing i can accomplish.
but i am everything i can destroy.
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