clear black
anger surrounds stress is king happiness are servants deceit is rich love is poor the queen is me for i can see you and me are no longer we you and me can no longer be we are not we like a to b i can not find z Sign in to see full entry.
veronique: clear black
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The ways I cover lie and sneak around no one knows maybe suspects alittle but only for a moment I keep it to myself everything I don't reveal myself to anyone I wouldn't even know how I am sober now but I feel fucked up or sadness or confusion stick this into me prickle my skin shake me up-just a little bit
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