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It's the least you owe me...

When I hunger, it's for skin.

Everything is perfect here. The pictures of families all are straight, not a stick of furniture made before 2008. I can’t help ..

Shadows bruise me. Your shadow cast over me, and shadows bruise me. Standing in the shade ages me faster than basting in t..

Remove from me that which makes me different from others...

Hot and cold feel the same.

Nobody's perfect. Not even in heaven.

You've come so far...

Smokin's bad, don'tcha know?

who are pure? who are the w****s? who are the blessed? what is it for?