I gave her my clouds to keep when I went on holiday. She let the bugs in. Now I have holes where I used to keep my sadness.
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Mirror me this. Mirror me that.
A need for approval. A need for anonymity.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
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My clouds follow me around. Like water filled stalkers.
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