sábado, 8 de enero de 2011

Fix me. Fix my life. Fix my decisions. Fix my fate. Fix it. Come on. Wait, you can't. My pupils are yours. Magic! No that can't fix it. Stupid magic. Honey please. Love yourself. Burn your skin. Melt your brain. You are my everything, you are my stories. You you you Magic and stuff. You guys. Damm it. I'll never cry. i'll try to fix me. I'll go on a trip for the rest of my life to find a starlight.

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