My portfolio's rotting away in the closet. I'll copy it to the computer if I ever feel like it. [which could be now]
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You make my heart bleed,/but I like blood,/so I guess it's okay./But you make my heart drip/out blood, but you give me/a bandaid. My lungs are/full of your lies and truth./and that's why I love and hate you.
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