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Mar 2015
You know there is something wrong with you when you can't
stop thinking about things that destroy you.

Someone once told me you become what you think.

If I become weakness; fear; a burnt fuse with nothing to explode- so be it.

But I don't want to become you.
in which angst is my muse..
tell me what you think, or not, you know whichever works
Ivy Swolf
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