i have started a joke the way to find it, just take a toke and scott weiland belts out "sour girl" as i lie in bed i think of her i wait, for you now i pick up one blue shoe i went home last night determined to get you home with me or die trying evil, baby shake that ass too late we now have to go to class crash! im last down into murkiness where i can't see my hand in front of me but i want you too badly to give up so i think as he walks toward me an expression on his face and as we kiss i begin to wish it was her in my race im not lying and im crying but im going to start flying or die tryingBirth sign: Aries
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