i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
a nice boy to hangout with until i drop dead.
aol instant messenger: lettheworldend
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D R A
now i guess you won't have trouble
remembering me someday.
april 17th, 2008.