I keep cutting off my hair and picking at my skin and pulling at my eyebrows and it’s not because I’m mourning because I’m not and it’s not because you’re gone because you’re not so it must just be that sometimes you have to rend your clothes and smear your face with ashes you just have to wail and beat your breast you know?
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I like. :)
Thank you! :)
On Sun, Nov 9, 2014 at 10:33 AM, Only Fragments wrote:
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