Now my head is full and I can't think and I can't see what I'm doing Head so full Cottonwool clouds Cottonwool icicles to stab you with when I can't see what I'm doing Sign in to see full entry.
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The lyrics to my story. It gave me great pleasure to write them, it seems they should be shared. Of life, death, depression, love and melodrama. Of growing up.
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