snorting glitter. fucking snorting glitter off a transvestites tummy.
that's how happy i am.
rollercoaster of emotions without my safety bar pushed all the way down
im not falling out completely
but i keep flying back and forth in the space between
i've got bruises on my hips and teeth breaking out of my lips
lips
lips
lips
i could stare at those lips once a month for five years.
i promise.
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