Ectasy

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

...and this is how it starts once or twice these infrequent times are very nice but suddenly it's too late you realize you've done too much once too many and now here you are the party bunny. up all night up all day this euphoric feeling you want to stay, so there you are on other things working jobs pawning diamond rings anything to buy the lust everything nothing... this is a must. ...and this is how it starts. worry treads across my mind thinking maybe i'll be fine. cuz im not stupid nor dumb but sometimes it's just lovelly to feel so numb. to dance without a care tell everyone everything let your soul be bare, without a gaurd without a thought to what it is you're doing, or will you be caught? just one party once a week thats something that looks quite bleak, but ... this is how it starts. in reality it isnt bad this is the second hit i've ever had and now it's done i've had my fun until the fall, or christmas of next school year. but you have to notice that really ...this is how it starts. xoxo Kyelle

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