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Upside down is my right side up With too-thin skin, splayed legs and lips ****** of substance, I lie quietly on rumpled sheets. a word some say that I've said too much: s-o-r-r-y sorry sorry sorry It loses sincerity when uttered often, but I am sorry, I haven't said it enough. is my chagrin charming? is my self-deprecation darling? (no response) I'm told (insert compliment). I believe it, I have heard. I both love and loathe myself. ************ and flagellation, brought on by the same hand penance, paid; insatiable, still Just sit, ****** and watch a martyr at work.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Cross of St. Peter
Upside down is my right side up With too-thin skin, splayed legs and lips ****** of substance, I lie quietly on rumpled sheets. a word some say that I've said too much: s-o-r-r-y sorry sorry sorry It loses sincerity when uttered often, but I am sorry, I haven't said it enough. is my chagrin charming? is my self-deprecation darling? (no response) I'm told (insert compliment). I believe it, I have heard. I both love and loathe myself. ************ and flagellation, brought on by the same hand penance, paid; insatiable, still Just sit, ****** and watch a martyr at work.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
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