Out of the ash I will rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air.
onsdag 6 oktober 2010
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
.Ponyo.Me. Which brings me to the issue And that would be this: How often must I ask myself why I exist? I feel like a freak, this world is a circus Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose
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