I'm a tick, tick, ticking time bomb that's been thrown up, up, up into a sky of clouds. I like the white, fluffy ones. They're lovely. But those damn grey clouds...those are the ones that make me tick a little bit faster. Sometimes they get in my way, completely disregarding the fact that I might blow at any moment, and I let off sparks.
The worst part is I'm still flying up, up, up.
summed up in a sentence.
- "stephanie kate"
- i have a rather wild imagination stuck inside a rather small skull.
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