Brittany Quail


Biography of Brittany Quail

I write. 'tis all.

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I Don'T Want To

My hands are cold
my face is hot
every sound chills my spine
my skin tingles at the slightest touch
my palms start to sweat
and then i cant take it anymore
i want to run away
and hide from you and your strange and twisted ways
as soon as i leave i begin to feel sick

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