I am not what I seem.
I am strong. And confidant, and a confidante to everyone's swan song
our groups used to get along, but now like a stolen watch the time has gone.
People often regard destruction as beautiful, a sort of chaotic beauty that prevails through violent actions.
If this is the case, I am, emotionally, the most beautiful being to walk this earth.
I am attractive. I am smart. I am attractive. I am smart.
Repetition is often used to emphasize or persuade someone of something. It's been damn well long enough and I want to get out there.
I have too much shit in my life and I just want something to be relaxing and helpful in my life for fucking once.
Why can't I just have peace and friendship or companionship or fucking anything nice and calm and helpful for one fucking day?