

What more can I give?The harsh wind blows outside the safety of my window, with the rain pelting the glass and sliding slowly down like tears of fire, leaving a glistening, blazing trail of hopes and dreams, like tears of angels falling upward, from where they are to where they want to be, never satisfied with anything, but not satisfied with everything, a raging burning hunger that feeds on itself, until a gaping hole smiles up at me, begging for more.What more can I give?
Thanks for watching me~~.
I'm waaaaay bored . . .
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Sticks and stones may break my bones;
But whips and chains excite me..
So roll me over -
Tie me up -
And show me that you like me
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Shucks.
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