How.
By Irb
how is it I'm so pretty if I have such an ugly soul how is it no one loves me like they've loved no one before and how is it nobody has ever thought to sit and ask me why just let me sit here in this pool of blood until it's good and dry sit and stare sit and stare sit and bleed sit and stare she's so independant when she's got somebody else sit and bleed sit and bleed sit and stare sit and bleed Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 05:20 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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