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04-14-02
lol
I'm in a sarong rite now, since I'm in my room. It's fucking stuffy in these dorms, blahhh something clever so people will think I'm cool...
naw, just kidding...
She tells me that she's cold with a cigarette in her hand,
And I say, "You think I'm not?" but she does not understand,
And I'd love to swing my fist around to meet that perfect cheek,
But I love her in a way, and yes, I'm altogether weak... |