ain't it fun when you can't
can't
can't seem to find your tounge?
ain't it fun when your friends despise what you become?
ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?
Short thought
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This vase and I have so much in common.
We felt empty, stained, colorless and
perhaps even rotten somehow.
That was indeed the worst December
of my life;...
Hace 8 años.
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