Fractions of hurt, from laying face down for you to walk all over me. They call me well natured, it's lost in dark knights. Isolation surrounds perfection: the same thing it does to everything else...
Go ahead and hope in one hand and puke in the other. And then you'll see which one smells minty fresh first. Because hope is like minty dental floss, and it sticks between your fingers instead of falling on the floor. Hey, I think I need a shot of insulin. Neat!
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Fractions of hurt, from laying face down for you to walk all over me. They call me well natured, it's lost in dark knights. Isolation surrounds perfection: the same thing it does to everything else...
Perfection I believe is isolated by its very nature. Like oil and water, perfection and otherwise do not mix.
The dark of night does nothing to promote much but quiet fear and loneliness.
Never lie down to be walked upon. Lie down to be loved, or to rest from loving.
Go ahead and hope in one hand and puke in the other. And then you'll see which one smells minty fresh first. Because hope is like minty dental floss, and it sticks between your fingers instead of falling on the floor. Hey, I think I need a shot of insulin. Neat!
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