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09-09-02
The smell during storms is the best. Watching the lightening and the smell of rain, so cool. Too bad it doesn't storm here to much.
There will be a next time.
In my heart.
In my mind.
How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to feel the way you do?
You're so decisive,
And I don't care if you like or you hate me,
But I know you motherfuckers 'bout to under rate me. |