why is it that every time a boy passes me in the hall i feel guilty like i owe something i haven't paid like i ought to have something but i haven't taken the time to get up and get it - embarrassed.
boy, why does the back of your neck frighten me why does the suggestion of your frame make me wish i was not existing what is it about you that is so ******* scary
i am a goddess a wisdom a prose and yet i cannot look normalcy in the face you are nothing special but you are enough to untie my laces