I hate the thoughts I can't define.
I hate that you are not refined.
Bleed me. Drink me. Kicked until I'm blind.
posted by darl @ 12:42 AM
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I hate that you are not refined.
Bleed me. Drink me. Kicked until I'm blind.
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