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Monday, November 28, 2011

get fUcked

Everyone has something to say. 
Put on a sweater. 
I'm instantly confined by the notion that everything should be mapped out by those before us.
Now struggling to suppress destructive impulses. 
Should I act surprised? 
Because I'm not. 
The time has come for all those things that are in bad shape to be fixed and mended. Oh hallow anticipation how I expect nothing and am ready for everything.
Scars how I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I can and want to.