broken. i was. broken i could be. however. like a looking glass. i can choose what i want to see. the rupture that punctured me from a living soul to lost ripped canvass. felt like sawdust in a perfect sand.witch. i attemped to eat my own skin and rub my bones dry. and allowed some of the one to make me sick. tremble . even NOT TRY. now the song's are singing. and blues in the mix. i'll practise. i will work. JUST like before. with scripts in me heart and taped to my floor. some things are obvious. now i only NEED MORE so screen print your name again on my door. because love muse i have purple. yes PURPLE once more. yes thats RIGHT BRAINED BLUE TO SOME THAT DONT LIKE IT HOT cause you know what. just cuase to me 2times3 equals thee. blue will always stay purple 4me. GIVE ME THAT PURPLE FIX babee. yes purple me down and