| notetoself | ||
| sabbie |
and i grabbed hold of your shirt (i wasnt going to let go this time) but the look on your face, striken, panicked, and you tore away and i imagined i could even hear the noise. and then i was left holding the tatters of your pre-shredded shirt thinking "notetoself sab: always hold a goth by its shoulders, never by its fashion statement." |
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| unhinged | time passes away | 020417 |