I'm being clumbsy.
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet without tripping anymore.
My words, an escape artist... I will hurt your feelings with a smile.
Unaware of my own feelings anymore.
I am a confused little girl.
Consider me the current to your electric chair...
Pulsation, allure, an outbox and outlet of injury.
Inquireless.
Let's add some insult here.
You're a cunt.
That's right, I said it.
Okay, here I go again... The fall.
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