one more criticism
is all it takes
to push me over the edge
heh. on edge. it wasn't me, i swear. i'll go hide behind my façade of a ballet dancer where i can hear the sonance of silence. and i'll even put my happy mask on, and try to capture the moments of life. and if i ever need to crop those pictures, ii should remember that ii like 'em squared. maybe the serpent's lion even has a soul! and maybe my demigod tears will be of happiness, rather than heartbreak. (ii hope ii didn't forget any of them)
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