i spent teh day with my mind flying above teh clouds looking at teh sky where teh evening birds flutter as teh stars shoot out towards teh milky-way, giving me teh chance to slide down to my sweet cheesy you, my moon.

†to hell with my thoughts and self-infatuation w/c may, in time, turn to narcissism†

sometimes, i want to just have myself as my lover... of course everybody is different and not anybody can think like i for nobody can be me. ^ _ ^a

my own sweetness is too good for me and already is killing me.

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