Talk about a blind date gone way wrong.
I'm tired of hearing song after song,
About a house of music holding a girl captive.
When I'm the one who's fucking trapped in,
The second half and she still doesn't want you creature.
If I wanted a second half it wouldn't be in these bleachers.
lol'd at these parts
who's Erik?
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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
I'm going to start off on a tangent.
when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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