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Lots of negatives.

Not sick of winter,

 

I like my fingers numb.

 

Don’t care about appearances,

 

I like my hair wild and colorful.

 

Won’t do the work,

 

I like being free and untroubled.

 

Can’t say your name,

 

I like the silence and loneliness.

 

Shouldn’t quit smoking,

 

I like controlling my own death.

 

Wouldn’t stop drinking,

 

I like when people tolerate me.

 

Couldn’t be myself,

 

I like showing you this mask.

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cassandra-forte
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Mar 1, 2012
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