a flame
melted gold
an angel
sweet as sugar
above us all
an explosion
orange spark
lights so perfect
the dark, a void
practice makes perfect
I have practiced the art of making everything impossible for myself
I have successfully made my life a living hell for myself, and for God only knows how many others
I have deep regret for many things that have happened in my short life
It will just get worse
practice makes perfect
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
a flame
melted gold
an angel
sweet as sugar
above us all
an explosion
orange spark
lights so perfect
the dark, a void
practice makes perfect
I have practiced the art of making everything impossible for myself
I have successfully made my life a living hell for myself, and for God only knows how many others
I have deep regret for many things that have happened in my short life
It will just get worse
practice makes perfect
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