I'm a hater to to all the creators, so when you stand out and when you reach, I'll prey on your lifeblood, I'll be your own personal leech. With all of my conviction, the fear that I spread will find me gazing in the mirror laughing with dread.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I do.
You know that song where every note, every word, every beat is made for you?
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