Why is it that whenever I think of you, I don't remember who I am anymore? Oh well. Maybe we're just good people living in a bad world. Bad always hates good.
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About Me
- Mimi
- * These are words that pour out of me, I throw a handful of them up at the sky, and who knows? Maybe they will turn into stardust and shine. This is my story
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