Eat, smoke, love, meow.

By Meowsers

Stringing Me Along.

These are pretty I suppose? But not really, not after the dust builds up and their batteries run out, and who am I kidding. I can't reach to change them.

My room's my haven. Where dreams come true.

I'm safe here at times, others i'm at risk from my mind.

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