
my heart is a mess of thick, congealed blood from the pressure of the speed. I associated him with the paresthesia in my chest. I associated him with the sickness I enjoyed. cursed I believed myself to be, I didn't mind being reworked. reworked into his image. this is not love but this is a bond. one that I cherish. drive me around the track in your trans-Am one more time. take me to Bonachita. die with me there. its florida in the spring when you meet Riki, the boy who encapsulates everything you silently dreamed for and everything you runaway fromAll Rights Reserved
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