smoke a joke blunt with him,
text about your dying grandmother.
i’ve never felt so relatively sorta kinda sorry.
take a fake hit so you look at me.
write it down at night,
and laugh at his impression.
hide away with me,
cause it makes me feel wanted.
hope you stick by my side,
or at least join it occasionally.
smooth my hair back and grin,
so cheesy.
too many
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