is what I am.
could you please make me into something worthwhile?
I'm sort of like clay. fashion me into whatever you think will work. I will gladly fit the mold.
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About Me
- manna is a hell of a drug
- I tend to think too much. Like way, way too much.
fuck you, world.
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- I saw my Uncle Chris last night. in a dream, that ...
- I do not need people.
- vanity is so confusing.
- we can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in ...
- a better place, a better time
- narcissism
- silly silly silly
- momentarily sane
- I believe in a thing called love
- wasted space
- my feet are so black and blue
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Loving the secreted words - i wonder if hidden words carry more weight -
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