A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Fuck Off
Don’t fucking talk to me anymore. Realize you're the fucked up and shady one, you're not the damn victim. I’m done and so over with this shit, with your shit. My friends were right to tell me that you don't deserve my kindness nor generosity.
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