Angels! Do you hear me? Please, Lord God, I beg of you, Hear my call! Raise me up Lord God, cast me down from heaven Break over my ribcage like a summers pomegranate For I am ripe for the tasting
i hate being a girl I hate it they all made fun of me its not fair I asked to use the computer so I could run the program and none of them would let me and when I cried the instructor made me sit out I hate it I wish I was a boy I hate being a girl
I broke my bedroom mirror last night it was an accident cos it fell while I slammed my door and I went outside to get some air and some animal dug up my dead cats grave and exposed all his bones I don't know it feels like there's a metaphor in there somewhere