Pierced In

Life sucks now.
My nose, my throat, me.
All sucks.

I want that baby seal from my dream.
I want to talk to somebody now.
I want to go out and just walk around.
I want to go and create new blogskins.
I want to design a tshirt.
I want to write a poem.














































I'm lying.
The truth is,
I just want you.

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