People always ask me why I flinch so much.
It's probably because I WAS FUCKING SLAPPED IN THE FACE AND PUNCHED AND SHAKEN AND CHOKED AND GOT MY HAIR PULLED ALL THE TIME GROWING UP.
But, that's really not their fucking business: idiots.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoesiaThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
