ProdigalCharlaX
Jesus is not mad he could not be him and be mad.
Went to the edge of the fire pit. Tried to climb in. He reached down his wing and blew me to a cloud and made me climb into a friend. Relics of sin. Reasons to win. Butternut facaded cafe false front hibiscus queens preen in front of the day time crowd the women howl at night they fight like cats to get the one they want. The one they want is never me. Eye drop down to the ground and leave whats left of love. Homeless love is self pity. No one likes the loser what a pity. Seems she left him at the alter. She wants him to burn and falter. Iff eye could leave the earth before the next sunrise it would be my benifited. Yet my friend would be sad inside where she keeps me and so eye strive to attack another day only this time inside my friends hideaway. She only wants platonic love.
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