dysfunctionally inspired
She
dysfuntional.capri in denial.petite.20something.paid vocalist.i always believe everything happens for a reason,give it time,u'll c what's in store behind ur screwed up life.believe in urself,believe harder.i convincingly feign "normalcy" unless i'm provoked.i prance around when jolly, grin from ear 2 ear when guilty. a jazzy gal. while trip hop,drum n bass,progressive trance perk me up depending on my mood.i write what i want & quite frankly,as u're getting this for free,u're in no position to complain.
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i still dream about it some times.
my heart burns now.
yes lets capture everything on silver salts and create reminiscences of peace and shambles in two different prejudices.
we will laugh until we cry.
we will be so sad because we are too happy.
we will starve, we will gorge.
we will walk for days and sleep for weeks.
our bodies will run tirelessly on chemicals and love.
now i am wondering if you have a bookshelf globe.
we will go where your index lands.
sweet.
greg
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