What do you get when you get torn between knowing it's there but you can never have it because you refuse...nay...retaliate within yourself and grow a new bunch of horns you'll never seem to outgrow?
Well, I may like both chocolate and vanilla. But a nickle does it for me. Atleast for now. Better yet its a skin head.
Am i drowning myself into yet another sheer waste of the need to feel? Is it immsersion time yet again fro all that wallows into the pettiness of recreating a magic that never seemed to have gotten over its ecstasy days? Who knows. But I'm keeping it for now.
Call tomorrow? Please do.
And rescue me. I can always draw a lifeline. And sorry for my foolhardy love for one drink too many.
Be around. Couture might be a fleeting ship never to set sail again.
I leave me to my list of hundreds while you lose yourself in slumber.
Until then.
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