

he's only starving....Yesterday I had breakfast with my inner child, and the little bastard stuck me with the bill. He told me that everyday is different, and if I was smart, I would never get my fill. But I rolled my eyes with indifference, because my heart was cold and still. Adults, it’s seems, are different. See we only believe in skill.he's only starving....
So dinner was cold when I got home. It always is that way. I toil in my trouble, and I think its best that way. For I’m older and not younger. Tomorrow is just today. My inner child hungers, I think I can starve him out someday. &n
ampuppetate.
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I need you so much closer...
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I need you so much closer...
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. varium et mutabile semper femina ♥ .
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