2depressed2getdressed

In alterity, music, poem, politics on August 11, 2009 at 9:02 pm
ABJECTION I don’t want to be the exception To get a bit of your attention I love you for free and I’m not your mother But you don’t even bother
ABJECTION I’m tired of this triangle Got dizzy dancing tango! I’m falling apart in your hands again No way I’ve got to get away
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