''Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang Creased, white pages torn right from the spine. Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you’d be mine.''
-This is my face, covered in freckles with an occasional spot and some veins. This is my body, covered in skin, and not all of it you can see. And this is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lines. And this is my brain, its torturous analytical thoughts make me go INSANE (:
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