So, uh, hey, what the hell is this?

This is a place for me, a seventeen year old lass, to (metaphorically, of course) take a dull, slow knife and stab it into my heart, and, as our lords and saviors the Rolling Stones say, spill it all over the stage.

Call it a creative release, call it a cry for, say, emotional help, both are probably right anyway.

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