I cannot write.
self paralysis seems to be the flavor of the day.
self paralysis seems to be the flavor of the day.
if only it were thinking I could not do.
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I am a girl. I have two hands, two feet. Ten fingers, ten toes. Two eyes, two ears. One mouth, one nose. I talk, I walk. I breathe, I listen, I watch. I dream, I hope, I wish. I feel, I don't. I learn, I think. I belong. I am like you. I am not like anyone. I am a wallflower. I write:
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- Red wine and sleeping pills help me get back to yo...
- If you take me there you'll get relief
- You are my center when I spin away
- Follow the leader
- I'm blinded by your daylight
- Lay me down in a bunker underground
- Watch me fall Like dominoes in pretty patterns
- A moon full of stars and astral cars
- Go slowly
- No more talk about the old days
- Pull me out of the aircrash
- Coming or going
- Time is running out for us
- Don't walk away, in silence.
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finally, she posts.
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