| It's a fleece jacket. |


The CycleCut fresh into the skin. Leaving scars. Leaving pain. Leaving all that reminds us that we still live. Desperation and dire consequences. Starved for affection you were undeserving of. Lies Tears Emotions rip in vicious cycles. Hate Lust Passion Freedom Depression All laced into the material. Tainting the heart. Marring the drug. Killing the will. Dousing the embers. Leaving them numb and darkened. Allow it to control your thoughts and manipulate your emotions. Anger Rebellion Let it drag you down and pull yThe Cycle
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"There is no great genius without some touch of madness." - Seneca
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And every time she sneezes I believe it's love.
And oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
-Counting Crows
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Yes I use a Mechanical Pencil and MS Paint...whats wrong with that?!
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And every time she sneezes I believe it's love.
And oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
-Counting Crows
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"Bring me a man and I'll show him friendship, Bring me a woman and I'll show her love, Bring me an enemy and I WILL show you blood..."
-Spike Alastor
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IDK
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And every time she sneezes I believe it's love.
And oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
-Counting Crows
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IDK
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And every time she sneezes I believe it's love.
And oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
-Counting Crows
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