Im trying to control my fucking self but its getting harder and harder. Then i think they're just crap, that crap you touch and you cant get rid of it, that crap that you cannot take out of your fuckin shoe, not even washing it, cos you know the crap smell stills there.
wanna cry my heart out.. to the rithym of disco music, so maybe my tears will pop out dancing.....
5.10.11
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