May 2016
I've now coined the diagnosis "Portable Hoarder" - Carrying my life in bags and duffles, pockets and sleeves.
Accumulating more baggage than would fit in a **** terminal.
But now, I am home. Me, and my ***** laundry. And I don't fit anymore. Crammed amidst my past. Falling out the door; Spilling across my floor.
Me, myself, and Marshall.
**So, TONIGHT
I'm cleaning out my closet.
Accumulating more baggage than would fit in a **** terminal.
But now, I am home. Me, and my ***** laundry. And I don't fit anymore. Crammed amidst my past. Falling out the door; Spilling across my floor.
Me, myself, and Marshall.
**So, TONIGHT
I'm cleaning out my closet.
Everything I know I learned from Eminem.
Nobody wanted me till puberty reinvented my physicality. From peasant to princess - my life spun 180. Grade school, a prison; high school; a kingdom. And that's fun. But.
What's the lesson here?
I'm nothing to this world but my looks.
Nobody wanted me till puberty reinvented my physicality. From peasant to princess - my life spun 180. Grade school, a prison; high school; a kingdom. And that's fun. But.
What's the lesson here?
I'm nothing to this world but my looks.
(Wonderlessland)
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