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.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Everything I've written lately has been bland. Can someone fill my words with color?
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