WARPED.
club beats on the radio are making my inside go wild. im busting with energy and my insides are sceaming, raging, oh so silently. yet all i can pull off is this cool calm panicky front.
i think i need to hit the club to destress the non-existent stress. where the bodies move like cyclones its been longgggggg/
where booze and cigarettes are the God, in a warped sense.
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