what the hell.

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my earrings remind me of lemon morange pie & my hair is messy.

I hate not knowing what to say

one day.

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I'm deleting most of the people on my friends list on this ( Read more... )

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
And you're markedly more
And i'm oozing suprise

But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And i'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide

And i have read the right books
To interpret your looks
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I want to go back to sleep

and waste the day

and fucking burn a plant

[what am I doing]