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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
I didn't want to look at things this way, because I didn't have to. But when I did, I realised that trying hard has robbed me of a previlege I want so badly now, for so many reasons. Maybe you just have to throw this in my face, like mud on a footballer's cheeks when he's crushed. Maybe you just have to drill me and not give me the easy way out. Like this is your mighty idea of a cacoon. Your idea of fruitful entrapment. Maybe you, maybe you, maybe you. Mr. G, maybe you. TonFlyingHigh!12:34 AM *** |
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