Not Expecting What I Deserve
Blogger is harder to operate when intoxicated.
Where did they go?
Foreign oblivious.
It's like a poem.
Talking on the stairs.
"You can't see all my piercings"
Secrets, secrtes are no fun . . .
Lonely, in all the wrong places.
The best things in life are out of reach.
Barefoot
One last thing.
I just kinda left.
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