Hey Satan,
You've made me a ghost. The people that I love are the one's that I scare the most. Is it an obligation to disservice? Am I clean? Was it worth it? There's dirt on my brain, my friend's would tell you the same. I'd love to shine it for you. I'd love to be a color other than blue. I'd love to be less obtuse. I'd love, for once, to be put to good use.
Love,
Josh
Josh
1 comment:
i wonder if satan reads your blog
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