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[dexterred]

Sometimes I feel like dust left from crumbling weak stones, powdery and weak, weighted down in position but blowing away. I love my sister. I like some other people. I want to wrap myself around a boy, but I am insecure about him. I don't have a phone because I could not pay the bill on time. I like it when slow songs build and build and at the end

Comments

[ohok]

thats fucking neat. hang out with me on my birthday (friday.)

[dexterred]

You might even convince me to ride that horrible bus.

[ohok]

well chances are i'll be down the street from your house to see this song is a mess but so am i. you should come please.