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my eyes are green my skin is white my nails are red i need sunlight my heart is black i like chinese my jeans are blue with holes in knees give me flatt'ry and I'll just laugh tell me 'go away' and i won't come back i squeek when poked in the right place don't be suprised to see I have more than one face my armour is strong and love's a disease; skinny as a pole you'll find me in trees always a bridesmaid (please) never a bride a feline black and white is always at my side a child of thunderstorms some regular banshee you can know all these things and still never know me

My words are lame and crippled; they never seem to convey what dwells in my head. Those bright and vibrant pictures that whirlpool between my ears will always fall flat when they're processed through my mouth or onto blank white paper, glaring up at me. But I've still got to express These emotions will drive me to complete madness if not surrendered away. Meanwhile, I'll just have to find means to bare my mind that doesn't turn dreams to mush or I'll sit here endlessly writing about not being able to write