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[pissstorm]

i try to figure out some number when i see her walk in and i throw my head back and look toward her friend and the thunder is almost as loud as the jukebox and shes wearing red and i look at her face as many times as i can between sways and i picture it right in front of mine and i laugh and feel stupid for the girls ive depicted my love to and i

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[anonymous]

ouch.