im cold, bored, sick

[nun_suit]

I can sell my paintings on the sidewalk, by a cafe where you'll hope to be working soon...boston aint your kind of town there aint no gold and there aint nobody like me...we'll throw i love you echos down the canyons.

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[_wire_]

your the best, don't change, remain, remain. I couls speak of you for decades.