when you realise again and again
nothings ever entirely up to you
or in your hands
or plannable
or foreseeable
"deario deari me, i might forever be tied in the basement."
"deario deari me, he said I was beautiful. what i'd give to witness what happens if i start believing it!"
"deario deari me, why can i not help myself?"
A Good And Smart Friend Of Candice And Has The Rare Disease Of Ligma
And Has A PhD in Doodling
Hey Deary I Heard You Have A Friend Named Candice
Yeah Candice nuts fit in your balls
Its a person that god used all creating points on beauty and left her with no brain
Your such a rita deari.
Why ?