You're so funny to watch. All the peculiar turns and twists, all leading back into the same inescapable circle. You're just so wrapped up in yourself, you've become a tornado. Even when you pick something else up, it's still all about you and where you're going to throw it. Pretty words spew out of your mouth and you're so naive you think they're about someone else. But it's all in relation to you, you're only making yourself look pretty. Everyone else is just adornment to the shrine you're building for yourself. You try people on like rings. When you spot someone shiny, you only wonder if they go with your outfit. Accessorize yourself instead of accessorizing you and you'll see:
You don't set anyone free; they free themselves.
Acts of Love
17 years ago

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