THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
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