insignificant thoughts and rants manifested in the simple musings of an adolescent with time on her small uncultured hands.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Origins.
But who could try to stop the ones who never started. The founders of our words and sciences and art and.. Find the words to rebuke the ones who'll never need you, Hands tied, eyes closed, try and bite the hand that feeds you.
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