Posted by: Kitty on: November 9, 2007
Drug me. I want to lose my sanity. The world is too bloody judgemental, they won’t let me live.
I don’t want to be a puppet in your hands so please stop gifting me, stop preaching me. I want to be me. Don’t make it more difficult.
Posted by: Kitty on: November 9, 2007
Run. Run as much as you want to, I’m coming right after. No matter, how bad things get, I’m not leaving. Maybe it’s you but no probably it’s me, I’m the one scared. Either way.
You run. I’m running after…
… you!
Don’t look behind, don’t even wonder. Blindfolded, frenzied and out of breath, but I don’t care, I’m [...]
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