If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
Oh, and I certainly don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.
He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.
Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.