"Half of you have gone as far as life as you’re ever going to. Look around you. Its all downhill from here. The rest of us will go a bit further, a steady job, a trip to Hawaii, or a move to Phoenix, Arizona, but out of fifteen hundred how many will do anything truly worthwhile, write a play, paint a painting that will hang in a gallery, find a cure for herpes? Two of us, maybe three? And how many will find true love? About the same. And enlightenment? Maybe one. The rest of us will make compromises, find excuses, someone or something to blame, and hold that over our hearts like pendant on a chain."
one of them old passsages i still like...
hmms.. went to milikin 4 times today.. to get my report card because of my panicky parents.. even though i can get the stuff from an office in richmond hill.. apparently its miles and miles away.. and i get blammed for single handedly delaying the report card delivery from aurora? dammits.. so frigging annoying.. and then they started giving me a lecture about how lousy and stupid i am.. wth really.. sorry im not turing out the perfect daughter with the amazing grades, attitude and looks("whats wrong with your face???!!" - really if i hear that one more time im gonna say something bad). bad enough i tihnk i look like a yellow baby elephant with beady eyes and brown straw as hair. URGHHHHHHHHH...
well went downtown with them today.. meh.. had no fun at all.. walked for soo long in the muggy weather.. well i really dont mind the walking..its the weather.. wow.. i watned to trash around and swear and all of them.. but of course.. i have to maintain my quite demeanor and fake smile. meh it all.. this werid guy in the subway was trying to play eye games with me while his practically un-clad girlfriend(i presume)is pawing all over him and almost trying to climb onto him.. i can barely look at her desperate attempts to get his attention. i avoided his gaze as much as i can, pretending to concentrate very hard on my cell phone.. but every time i look up he is staring.. how retarded.. firstly.. he is staring at the wrong and unworthy thing.. secondly.. i dont like his arrogant and complacent attitude.. oh whatever. i remember coz it pissed someone off
well well.. i probably had alot better other things to talk about.. but now i have lost all the mood for aything calm and nice.. random rage coming back up.. tatas
Friday, July 30, 2004
Thursday, July 29, 2004
"Who am i? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest. Don’t hoard the past. Don’t cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge."
will i ever learn to be so cold?
will i ever learn to be so cold?
"you mustfind a boy your age, someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. someone who would tremble for touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered, someone whose fingers are a poem."
"i was the one who was trembling, it was me and my marguerite" - white oleander, Janet fitch
"i was the one who was trembling, it was me and my marguerite" - white oleander, Janet fitch
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
"For those who studied in Singaporean primary schools .. dont read it if ur not from singapore i geuss.. u would be bored out of your mind.. but this made me want to laugh and cry at the same time
1. You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Silver hawk and >>>>Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles and Smurfs too.
2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your >>>>classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side10 times too.
3. You know what's Bin(1) Fen(1) Ba (1) San(1) is all about.
4. You know what SBC stands for.
5. You were there when the first chinese serial, the Awakening was shown on TV.
6.Internet? What the hell is that? So you thought a decade or more ago.
7. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.
8. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEEP! when pressed.There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole on the ticket.
9. Your favourite actor and actress is Huang Wenyong and Xiangyun. Next is Lee Nanxing and Zoe Tay and the Aiyoyo woman.
10. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.
11. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the >>>>seat to see the scenery.
12. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.
13. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.
14. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.
15. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka(20 cents per pack) and Ding Dang(50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the >>>>ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.
16. You watched TV2(also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.
17. All that you know about Cantonese is from the Hong Kong serials you watched on TV2.
18.Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even SweetValley High and Malory Towers.
19.Civics and Moral Education was "Hao3 Gong1 Min2".
20. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives
21. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative
22. Catching was the IN thing and twist the magic word.
23. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.
24. CDIS was your best friend.
25. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.
26. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.
27. Boys loved to play soccer with small tennis balls in the basketball court or play something that uses tennis ball to hit >>>>other players known as "HUM TAM BOLA" during recess /after school
28. Hopskotch, five stones,chateh and zero point were all the >>>>rage with the girls and boys too...
29. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the >>>>most important plants of our lives.
30. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in >>>>our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally.
31. You did stupid exercises like seal crawl and frog jumps.
32. Every children's day and national day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with Happy National Day 1994'.
33. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother. 34. Chinese teachers were always old, boring and damn fierce looking.
35. Your form teacher taught you maths, science and english.
36. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.
37. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.
38. Famous Chinese singers were only Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, Aaron Kwok and Leon Lai
39. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.
40. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.
41. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.
42. During class gatherings, parents always tag along in case someone gets lost at Orchard Road.
43. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.
44. Handkerchiefs were a must for both genders
45. Collecting notebooks and all kinds of stationery was a popular thing.
46. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch. Friend >>>>like you, hard to forget".
47. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"
48. There were at least 40 people in one class.
49. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.
50. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.
1. You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Silver hawk and >>>>Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles and Smurfs too.
2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your >>>>classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side10 times too.
3. You know what's Bin(1) Fen(1) Ba (1) San(1) is all about.
4. You know what SBC stands for.
5. You were there when the first chinese serial, the Awakening was shown on TV.
6.Internet? What the hell is that? So you thought a decade or more ago.
7. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.
8. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEEP! when pressed.There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole on the ticket.
9. Your favourite actor and actress is Huang Wenyong and Xiangyun. Next is Lee Nanxing and Zoe Tay and the Aiyoyo woman.
10. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.
11. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the >>>>seat to see the scenery.
12. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.
13. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.
14. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.
15. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka(20 cents per pack) and Ding Dang(50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the >>>>ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.
16. You watched TV2(also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.
17. All that you know about Cantonese is from the Hong Kong serials you watched on TV2.
18.Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even SweetValley High and Malory Towers.
19.Civics and Moral Education was "Hao3 Gong1 Min2".
20. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives
21. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative
22. Catching was the IN thing and twist the magic word.
23. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.
24. CDIS was your best friend.
25. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.
26. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.
27. Boys loved to play soccer with small tennis balls in the basketball court or play something that uses tennis ball to hit >>>>other players known as "HUM TAM BOLA" during recess /after school
28. Hopskotch, five stones,chateh and zero point were all the >>>>rage with the girls and boys too...
29. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the >>>>most important plants of our lives.
30. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in >>>>our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally.
31. You did stupid exercises like seal crawl and frog jumps.
32. Every children's day and national day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with Happy National Day 1994'.
33. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother. 34. Chinese teachers were always old, boring and damn fierce looking.
35. Your form teacher taught you maths, science and english.
36. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.
37. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.
38. Famous Chinese singers were only Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, Aaron Kwok and Leon Lai
39. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.
40. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.
41. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.
42. During class gatherings, parents always tag along in case someone gets lost at Orchard Road.
43. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.
44. Handkerchiefs were a must for both genders
45. Collecting notebooks and all kinds of stationery was a popular thing.
46. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch. Friend >>>>like you, hard to forget".
47. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"
48. There were at least 40 people in one class.
49. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.
50. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.
im so sick and tired of this- this life - myself
have u ever felt the darkness close in on your at night and cry yourself to sleep, thikning u never wake up again.. but when u do u are suprised and unwilling to believe you are awake at the same time? i wanted to stay in bed.. but suddenly the quilt is too heavy and everything was suffocating me. so i got up. but i realise there isnt anything to wake up for. i turn to fairy tales and "happy" things.
but suddenly the tin man grows metallic fangs and holds a knife above me and the lion approaches me with a bleeding heart ripped from the tear in its chest, dark red, the fur around it matted and soaked with blood. the arabic princess smiles at me knowingly beckoning me to her with talons i can imaging puncturing my flesh. i cant breathe.
i sit here my eyes averted to the computor screen, my legs curled up tightly against my chest.. i betray nothing with my nonchalance and usual irritability when im at home. but every few seconds i look back. something is gonna get me.
im so weary of everything. i dont want to see him. im tired. i want to leave my house. but i have no where to go. i want to find something to occupy me and keep my spirits up.. but i find nothing. and i dread the fall from the rise of my mood. i sit amidst the mess i made of my room. i barely have the energy or motivation to pick anything up. whats the point really. no i didnt vaccum the floor. my dad did while i hid in the bathroom with my head soaked in water and my headpounding. get me out of here.
have u ever felt the darkness close in on your at night and cry yourself to sleep, thikning u never wake up again.. but when u do u are suprised and unwilling to believe you are awake at the same time? i wanted to stay in bed.. but suddenly the quilt is too heavy and everything was suffocating me. so i got up. but i realise there isnt anything to wake up for. i turn to fairy tales and "happy" things.
but suddenly the tin man grows metallic fangs and holds a knife above me and the lion approaches me with a bleeding heart ripped from the tear in its chest, dark red, the fur around it matted and soaked with blood. the arabic princess smiles at me knowingly beckoning me to her with talons i can imaging puncturing my flesh. i cant breathe.
i sit here my eyes averted to the computor screen, my legs curled up tightly against my chest.. i betray nothing with my nonchalance and usual irritability when im at home. but every few seconds i look back. something is gonna get me.
im so weary of everything. i dont want to see him. im tired. i want to leave my house. but i have no where to go. i want to find something to occupy me and keep my spirits up.. but i find nothing. and i dread the fall from the rise of my mood. i sit amidst the mess i made of my room. i barely have the energy or motivation to pick anything up. whats the point really. no i didnt vaccum the floor. my dad did while i hid in the bathroom with my head soaked in water and my headpounding. get me out of here.
Monday, July 26, 2004
More Than Friends
by Yasmeen
let me know, you gotta let me know
tell you what i think about you
tell me what you think about me
boy i cant even lie think about it constantly
baby you been on my mind, tell me I really want to see
how you feel about me so you gotta let me know
we've been kickin' it for awhile, i really like your style
your personality, its the cutest thing i've ever seen
maybe i could be down for you, if you really down for me
aint no doubt about it, i want you on my team
baby tell me why do you feel like
there's a place where you'd rather be
and it so obvious that you and i
go together so i was just thinking
[CHORUS]
i was just thinking that, maybe we should be a little more than friends
i like the way we kick it and i don't want this night to ever end
and i only wanna be with you
i was just thinking that
maybe we should be a little more than friends
i like the way we kick it and i dont want this night to ever end
and i only wanna be with you
i was just thinking that
tell you what's in my heart
tell me what's on your mind
boy i know you're feeling me can see it in your eyes
i've been digging you for a while
and i really wanna try
to make this forever tonight
hope that you can truly see what is that you mean to me
we dun gotta rush so take it slow
i just want you to know
baby tell me why do you feel like
there's a place where you'd rather be
and it so obvious that you and i
go together so i was just thinking
by Yasmeen
let me know, you gotta let me know
tell you what i think about you
tell me what you think about me
boy i cant even lie think about it constantly
baby you been on my mind, tell me I really want to see
how you feel about me so you gotta let me know
we've been kickin' it for awhile, i really like your style
your personality, its the cutest thing i've ever seen
maybe i could be down for you, if you really down for me
aint no doubt about it, i want you on my team
baby tell me why do you feel like
there's a place where you'd rather be
and it so obvious that you and i
go together so i was just thinking
[CHORUS]
i was just thinking that, maybe we should be a little more than friends
i like the way we kick it and i don't want this night to ever end
and i only wanna be with you
i was just thinking that
maybe we should be a little more than friends
i like the way we kick it and i dont want this night to ever end
and i only wanna be with you
i was just thinking that
tell you what's in my heart
tell me what's on your mind
boy i know you're feeling me can see it in your eyes
i've been digging you for a while
and i really wanna try
to make this forever tonight
hope that you can truly see what is that you mean to me
we dun gotta rush so take it slow
i just want you to know
baby tell me why do you feel like
there's a place where you'd rather be
and it so obvious that you and i
go together so i was just thinking
Thursday, July 22, 2004
She stares unblinkingly into the air, a pencil in the hand, poised over a white sheet of paper, ready to write. Yet she seems distant, displaced from her body, the iris of her eyes diminished, fixed on something invisible to another’s eye. Her expression expectant, her lips slightly apart, she day dreams of sunshine crashing through the blinds, spilt paint, ink stained fingers, gleaming crystals, those eyes, yellow rays bouncing off cool green sparkly waters, iridescent colors of scattered beads, soft, white sand, orange daises, long shadows cast by tall street lamps, that smile, dangling glittering earrings, his breath against her ear, the obnoxious smell of nail polish, chlorine in her hair, birds soaring above, songs on the radio.
Caught in this moment, she is impermeable, opaque; yet so transparent and vulnerable like a little child.
Oblivious.
Does she know who she is? Does she know where she is, where she is going? Does she know love, or bitterness? Does she know?
Her eyelids flutter.
She puts the pen down gently and slowly, a frown creasing her adolescent forehead, as if confused, pauses – and sighs.
Her gaze returns to the dusty markings on the blackboard.
Class has begun.
Talking about summer school brings about a stream of complaints and eye rolling. But at this instant, as I sit here by myself, right smack in the middle of the class room and the different cliques I float to and fro occasionally, I realize it isn’t that bad after all. I may be detached, quiet and dreamy- the observer, who holds her head down to smile or frown during lessons – but being locked by willingly for 7 hours every weekday with 19 other people, I have formed an invisible and silent bond with them, even if they are not aware. For the past few weeks, I overheard hilarious conversations about licking sweaty soccer players, Brad Pitt and other “sexy” celebrities, listened to the smooth and articulate voices of Jessica and Charity, and the other perky girls who would shriek excitedly over an essay, and the boisterous laughter and cruel jokes from the guys who dominate the last row of tables and chairs. It is true that with time, they would just be a foggy memory and faceless people with names I may not even be able to remember, and that I hardly learnt anything in this course, except practice my quick writing and text messaging skills, but at this moment, I have to say I have been complaining about nothing. Instead, I should be grateful I am given simple tasks to complete and a place to keep me occupied each morning, even though I think I have mastered the art of wasting time sitting at a desk with a mp3 player that is running out of battery, some paper and a blunt pencil. Summer school wasn’t horrible, nor was it as maddeningly annoying as I made it. It was merely somewhere I went each morning to waste time, get slightly more knowledgeable about world events and meet some new people. It also kind of gave me an insight of how her life is right now without trying too hard. Its all good really. (Despite the crazy amount of work I have to do tonight and during the weekend.. haha)
**everyday im sinking further.**
my moods these days are generally relaxed and slightly tired with a couple of down moments.. but im having fun..especially last night.. i havent had a relaxed talk in the comforting night outdoors for the longest time.. and helia's family misses her!!
Caught in this moment, she is impermeable, opaque; yet so transparent and vulnerable like a little child.
Oblivious.
Does she know who she is? Does she know where she is, where she is going? Does she know love, or bitterness? Does she know?
Her eyelids flutter.
She puts the pen down gently and slowly, a frown creasing her adolescent forehead, as if confused, pauses – and sighs.
Her gaze returns to the dusty markings on the blackboard.
Class has begun.
Talking about summer school brings about a stream of complaints and eye rolling. But at this instant, as I sit here by myself, right smack in the middle of the class room and the different cliques I float to and fro occasionally, I realize it isn’t that bad after all. I may be detached, quiet and dreamy- the observer, who holds her head down to smile or frown during lessons – but being locked by willingly for 7 hours every weekday with 19 other people, I have formed an invisible and silent bond with them, even if they are not aware. For the past few weeks, I overheard hilarious conversations about licking sweaty soccer players, Brad Pitt and other “sexy” celebrities, listened to the smooth and articulate voices of Jessica and Charity, and the other perky girls who would shriek excitedly over an essay, and the boisterous laughter and cruel jokes from the guys who dominate the last row of tables and chairs. It is true that with time, they would just be a foggy memory and faceless people with names I may not even be able to remember, and that I hardly learnt anything in this course, except practice my quick writing and text messaging skills, but at this moment, I have to say I have been complaining about nothing. Instead, I should be grateful I am given simple tasks to complete and a place to keep me occupied each morning, even though I think I have mastered the art of wasting time sitting at a desk with a mp3 player that is running out of battery, some paper and a blunt pencil. Summer school wasn’t horrible, nor was it as maddeningly annoying as I made it. It was merely somewhere I went each morning to waste time, get slightly more knowledgeable about world events and meet some new people. It also kind of gave me an insight of how her life is right now without trying too hard. Its all good really. (Despite the crazy amount of work I have to do tonight and during the weekend.. haha)
**everyday im sinking further.**
my moods these days are generally relaxed and slightly tired with a couple of down moments.. but im having fun..especially last night.. i havent had a relaxed talk in the comforting night outdoors for the longest time.. and helia's family misses her!!
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Loving You
galye goh
reclining curled on a playground benchlike a cat having made love to a kingtar snakes out a death-kiss, to cuttendrils of dreams into our common reality;
i loved you then.
the next morning left me helpless.couldn't get the smell of it all, out ofmy hair. away from my flesh.it was that insidious; like youslaking my senses in a revolutionary sin;
i loved you then.
children scream outside, an infant weeps.old photographs are re-taken in my mind.a big girl crowds her swing outside my window,as if to kick the trees down. some things you outgrow,some things you merely leave behind.i light a cigarette and watch the end burn.i do not inhale. i do not dare breathe,wanting as much of it to last for as long as i am alone. a tiny light rages in the embers of the past;
i love you now.
galye goh
reclining curled on a playground benchlike a cat having made love to a kingtar snakes out a death-kiss, to cuttendrils of dreams into our common reality;
i loved you then.
the next morning left me helpless.couldn't get the smell of it all, out ofmy hair. away from my flesh.it was that insidious; like youslaking my senses in a revolutionary sin;
i loved you then.
children scream outside, an infant weeps.old photographs are re-taken in my mind.a big girl crowds her swing outside my window,as if to kick the trees down. some things you outgrow,some things you merely leave behind.i light a cigarette and watch the end burn.i do not inhale. i do not dare breathe,wanting as much of it to last for as long as i am alone. a tiny light rages in the embers of the past;
i love you now.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
mmm.. mmms.. i deleted my blog. how stupid am i? URGHHHHHHHHHH im gonna tear my house down.. holy crap i liked reading back.. URGH
waste / flesh
incinerate me.
a pheonix* - burns to be reborn
discards of society / dust
caught between shining tiles -
i - useless unlike
wild horses / riding
on the convertor belt -
defective - flawed.
do / you / see
midas's broken
hands/ ?
existence not valid.
desolate -
tell me/ do you - kiss
the rain*?
do you - miss/ i
?
love you. rotting petals-
rose/ musk. torn
hurt - the iron/ salt - pain
i fall - glowing
cigarette buds.
mornings. coffee*/ two muffins - mundane
away i fly- take a piece/ of me .?
devoid/ empty vessel.
who / am / i ?
think/ thoughts / dreams*
/ of. you.
notice me.
blazing sun/ scorch my skin -
peel / melt / exfoliate -
burn - me.
-p u r l-
anyyways my new poem.. i like..
waste / flesh
incinerate me.
a pheonix* - burns to be reborn
discards of society / dust
caught between shining tiles -
i - useless unlike
wild horses / riding
on the convertor belt -
defective - flawed.
do / you / see
midas's broken
hands/ ?
existence not valid.
desolate -
tell me/ do you - kiss
the rain*?
do you - miss/ i
?
love you. rotting petals-
rose/ musk. torn
hurt - the iron/ salt - pain
i fall - glowing
cigarette buds.
mornings. coffee*/ two muffins - mundane
away i fly- take a piece/ of me .?
devoid/ empty vessel.
who / am / i ?
think/ thoughts / dreams*
/ of. you.
notice me.
blazing sun/ scorch my skin -
peel / melt / exfoliate -
burn - me.
-p u r l-
anyyways my new poem.. i like..
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