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December 11, 2011 - 11:08

God why was I such a murderous mess today. Potent, alien urges to destroy/maim. Spinal surges of ropey, tangible violence.
I wanted to get in a fist fight, I hated the cats, I cried on the street, I made a low growl I've never heard.

Goth Teen Go Away.