crypticIts cryptic, Listening to this shitcryptic
Too many drugs,
Now he's worrying about, His limp dick. Wishing he could Hit this, Rubbin up on these tits, Biting down On these lips. But all this shits blitzed. So im wondering Where the hits is. Seeing two of all this. Just fucking up
The mix a bit.
A model to manipulateIve molded my mind,A model to manipulate
for the mob to manipulate. I've lost all
my sense,
and the need to
retaliate. Because the person i see,
in the mirror today, is a withering
disgrace, of the person once me. So shallow. So empty. just the want, for you there. So you tempt me. and mend me. And I've found my own fear. Just a disgrace A mistake,
I didnt mean to make. So they scold me,
but you own me. In more ways than one.
Devious Journal Entry
You're good yourself.
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"Lie--an abomination before the Lord and an ever present help in time of trouble"
--Mark Twain
<3
this weekend = wonderful greatness haha
one more wont hurt....
wait....my senses!!! haha
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Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood
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"Lie--an abomination before the Lord and an ever present help in time of trouble"
--Mark Twain
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-- Elizabeth, my heart is thine. Thy fragrant words warm within like wine.
thanks for the appreciation
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jen
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Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood
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