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Originally posted by Jordyn
you all know it, that foggy plastic stuff with snapping bubbles...that the moment you have in your hands...you just have to squeeze them, a bit of a satisfied amusement hearing that snap...the feeling of loss as you snap the last bubble...you don't think about it ever, but than one day you get a piece, and the snapness starts again?
you know what I mean...don't you? |
Yes, I get it to do that a lot where I work.
I want to live in a world of peace
Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams.
I just can’t keep it inside
I’ve gotta say what I wanna say
Your face doesn’t show your fighting pose.