Translate   13 years ago

LIQUORICE Tonight, my head rings with yesterdays cold. I feel the slow but yet fast beat of Azealia Banks reeling off her words of gold. My blue glittered nail polish glimmers under the light of my precious ipod. Chipped, reminding me of how imperfect everything is that goes before me no matter how much I try to change my situation. I think I might just be the liquorice bitch.

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