Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
empty
an empty shell
nothing is real
the straight, hard pew
i cross my legs to be a lady
i feel nothing
there's nothing inside
nothing is real...
nothing is real
the straight, hard pew
i cross my legs to be a lady
i feel nothing
there's nothing inside
nothing is real...
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