A mess of things.
That's what they were
are
have been
since the world had become
aware of her sad existence:
A bleak tale of little misfortune
and unimaginable distress.
The powerful sources of melancholy
have claimed another victimless victim!
For you see, she is not a hot mess,
she is a glorious problem.
And a hideous waste of everything beautiful.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
A mess of things.
That's what they were
are
have been
since the world had become
aware of her sad existence:
A bleak tale of little misfortune
and unimaginable distress.
The powerful sources of melancholy
have claimed another victimless victim!
For you see, she is not a hot mess,
she is a glorious problem.
And a hideous waste of everything beautiful.
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