Sunday, April 14, 2013

go away. i don't like you.
you don't care.
my torso's littered with scars and you don't care.
fucking princess.
go away.
i'm too damn cold for this.
all of this.
my face is ugly, but i like it.
i hate you.
you're uselesss....
ha, ha, go away.
fuck
why did she have to go?
why?
why why why
it's all ruled by money.
she had to go.
why did she have to go away?



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