【LISA跳舞视频高清名场面】 -Increasing thoughts about death just seemed to come over me. -Um, these, uh... -A preoccupation with my own mortality. -These... feelings of futility in relation to my work. -I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? -I mean, to what end? For what purpose, what goal? -I mean...Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after I'm gone?Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation?
Let's all get together,and make bullying kill itself,bullying is an ugly thing,and lets shove its face in the dirt,and make bullying kill itself...Boy you like my body,dance the moon let's play.You can touch me anywhere,except for my vajayjay