one day I dream about wearing really high heels echoeing my skinny beautiful legs and to prance over in my perfect beautiful outfit and whisper, in both your ears, "fuck you."
with my luck it'll be at your wedding.
one day I'll get over it and I wont care, true? I feel like I'm obviously circling the wrong answer here, but theres a 50/50 chance then, true? its all been like a card game, or rather a house of cards that falls down everytime I build it up. I have a lot of words in my mind and sentances that form yet I find it difficult to speak, and to explain myself.
Only these mystyfying who what and where give it any broken sense of appeal. And only to the visionaries, true?
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