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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
agenda
08/23 My Birthday
9/7 Hello Kitty Cafe Truck
9/28 Tour de Corgi
10/17 Brother's Birthday
10/31 Halloween
11/9 Ramen-o-Rama!
12/5 Wen's Birthday
musings
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. - Sylvia Plath
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Liar
You told me to lie. Every word that slips my mouth is now that. Every figment of my memory is just that. Every thought in my head is such. Now I can't tell understand the things that roll of my tongue. Are they my true feelings, or just simply lies? Are my feelings fake now too? Lie lie. You told me, and now I've done so. Lie lie lie. I'm thinking, I'm speaking, I'm breathing, all lies. Every bone, organ, blood, skin—they're filled with sinful, tainted disgust. You made me this way. I'm a walking liar, breathing down sinful dishonesty down your neck.
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