My mask of creativity is the collection of everyone I have ever known
I want to live a life free of outside influence, propelled only by my internal flame. I wish choices were made be me: independent, lone me.
Free of the negative input that led to my heart's demise and free of the "creeping bad thing" animal pleasures that walk in your footsteps.
You are the leech and a parasite; bringing ephemeral joy to the seat of whichever host you have latched to. Musical chairs is fun and games until you're left without a seat.
april 16, 2010
the first line is not my own, it is someone else's (possibly paraphrased)
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