I.

Cheryl.

Sweetpea.

Shoot, sexaye!

Vain vintage.

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Jaded junkies.

ariel alan bruddy gid khim sarh serene shaun shifu sf tai tini timo

Tuesday, September 27

the flutter of wings.
she is nothing,
but a thorn in the flesh
the agony of silence -
her sins they digress.

she is wasted,
on sorrow and wine;
her hands, they're stained
with blood divine.

she is alone,
but she cannot complain
to speak of past folly,
would be deservedly insane.

she is tired,
of not looking back -
cause its hard to live a life
so full of regret.


so if i could reverse time -
if i could only go back;
i'd show you the true meaning
of the butterfly effect.

9:24 PM