Mirror me this. Mirror me that.
A need for approval. A need for anonymity.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
I was called strange and beautiful.
I am the happiest person in all the worlds of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
It is quite inconsequential that he owed me some flattery.
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