i need somewhere for the quixotic and the senseless and the raw and the hushed things to go.
i can't seem to properly grow into what i am supposed to be. all my parts are so counter to one another. so unalike and so horribly mashed into the same shifting body that i couldn't tell you which face i was wearing at what time. when god put me together he left something out.
the truth hurts more than lies.
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waiting for my head to catch up with my soul.
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