It feels like my whole body has been scribbled wildy, violently with reckless abandon all over. Inside and out. Taken no care with who I am or what I am. My body isn't a game. It's my shell. And it's the only thing that holds me together. I need my body. In one piece. Please don't dispatch anymore of it. It's mine. I'd really like it if everything that was mine in the beginning, would be mine again.Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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It feels like my whole body has been scribbled wildy, violently with reckless abandon all over. Inside and out. Taken no care with who I am or what I am. My body isn't a game. It's my shell. And it's the only thing that holds me together. I need my body. In one piece. Please don't dispatch anymore of it. It's mine. I'd really like it if everything that was mine in the beginning, would be mine again.
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