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so pack light
Saw Erykah last night.
The bass was heavy and was in sync with my heart.
He came in me again. Again. Broken. I swear.
There is a primal delight I enjoy in feeling it in me, dripping.
What are we doing wrong?
I obviously need to be put on something else.
Monday.
He's my man-boy.
I should be skeletal. I'm too educated and aware and too much of a self preservationist to even begin such a horrid project of starvation, but it would match how I feel on the inside.
She sang to me-
Bag lady you gone hurt your back, dragging all them bags like that.
I guess nobody ever told you all you must hold on to, is you.
11:13 p.m. - 2008-05-10
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