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my tongue tastes like lemon ice box pie, i keep falling asleep and i have no idea why cotton candy raves parlor trick bones you don't need to force opinions down the throat of a corpse; well, you don't need to force anything down a corpse, unless you're into that dollhouses and baby pink, she wears three colors and none of them are black; how does she survive in a world so dark i'm in love with macabre: i think that art was meant to be dark and emotional (black and blue, all the way) i can see ken looking at me, telling me i'm better than his girl and that i'll always be better; he said he could give me the world, i got potential, shar