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19 April 2008 00:28Every time I groan with the weight of it all, it comes out of the bottom of my torso like my whole body wants to vomit out this bad feeling that's soaked into the marrow of my bones, so that the new blood cells don't even remember a life without the gargoyle on my back.
But at least my flowers are growing well. Thinning them out seems heartless, so I'm letting them choke each other for now. You know, until that seems heartless.
But at least my flowers are growing well. Thinning them out seems heartless, so I'm letting them choke each other for now. You know, until that seems heartless.