Never Wanted.

I never wanted to be what I am. And knowing never to say this but, This version of mine is not mine, cause it's nausea. As if "What the thoughts said?", or maybe "Who the gut may feel?" Know that you are a archaic soul. The broken violen and muslin skin chair, your broken eyeshadow palette", and it's nausea. So L.O.V.E. every version you might get. MAYBE IF YOU CAN?!!