I told you I wasn’t. They say I shouldn’t. You said I couldn’t. But I feel that I have. Unconditionally and irrevocably so. So very much I shouldn’t touch that dial. Cliché it is. If I do really do, I really must not.
But it’s killing me either way. Either way, em will still be. muz hold it up being a phoney functional public masquerade of thyself by day. such raw talent for English theatre. apt timing. so long as em keep myself from touching that dial.
1 comment:
shOULd have exercised restrain...but how?..wil s.one plz save em fr. herself -_-
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