No purple this time, its navy blue.
And Madison isn't just an Avenue.
I love this dress. Can't bring myself to buy it. Yet. I'm wearing myself down.
Reasoning in-and-out of it. In every way. I'd probably go to far with a russian-red and fish-nets.
Costume? They let me have a chance to be who myselves are. Not the other way around.
And too far to you, please see, is this side of the line for somebod[me]y.
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They might have written the song first, but the fancy moves were mine. Only there weren't any fiends. Only more users. We danced together at the bottom. Drowning in sixteen ounces. Living in a hollow world was the only way to keep it together. Cut the losses or the [white] girl. In the morning it was both. Swallow. LookintheMirror. Alive? For an hour. Repeat.
Glimse of one of the pasts. past. past. ithinkipromise. past.
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