Be still, my shriveled black heart. Someone stop me before I break the replay button, and flush my contacts straight out of my eyes. I can't stop crying; the end comes, I hit replay, and the whole dam breaks open again. WHY AM I TORTURING MYSELF LIKE THIS?:
This was the performance I talked about in here.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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