We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Sinister in the spot light tunnel, loveless in a state of crazed dystopian madness, floating on balls of air, seeking for things not there, weeping fake tears near secular buildings. A non existence filling like cream cheese, in a magic box constantly spinning, deep underground with eyes twisted.
She punched me right in the kisser, before I was able to kiss her. She was the sweetest mean chic there ever was. That was enough to have me climbing walls and playing Mozart at the top, top of my lungs. I would bring the house down. And with my might tenor I cracked each window.
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I was saved in spite of not asking Had I fallen to my death Had I some foolish accident I would be dead is how I figured You can...