i am nothing in the nothing. writing upon itself. i am empty and need to be filled back up, give me your discarded dreams your malcontents your miscreants.
posted by Siv at
2:27 AM
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
About Me
- Name: Siv
- Location: Mont Riz d'la+, Quebec, Brazil
yah fuck uh huh mmm i see: waking up next to someone you love is like a bump of cocaine right before work. It just reminds you why you are doing all of this, and that a fucking junkie can do anything.
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