you could never the last time i was actually inspired i was sick on drugs and dying for love there is always this continuous feeling of dirty whore and guilty past lingering on my breath like halitosis i cant write and this is killing me i got paper back and there was nothing changed this does not signify perfection on the contrary it signifies shit nothing satisfies whats inside the irony is supposed to be nothing satisfies like nothing at all
03.02.05                                      so fucking st e r  i   l    e  .
stop plagiarism.
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