I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.
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And he’s got a mouthful of blood
From the fistful of cards life tried to shove down his throat
But he can’t care when he’s in love with the girl who’s worn holes in his world.
She’s gone cynical—
From all the lying, cheating bastards she never met.