i could call you an asshole, but what would that prove? very little that would help me at all move you could try to make friends with me but why should you? i look like a criminal to you so i might as well be one true and you could ask me what's up but you wont because even though you drank all that beer it really doesn't nullify your towering fear i sleep through the bell, wish for heaven and wish to not be standing outside the seven-eleven i coudld call you out but i won't really try because all it proves is that you want me to fry i could fly away from here and wait for you to arrive and when i don't see you my spirits dive! dive! dive! i could flip you the bird but there really is no point nothing that i care to know or anoint and i could say im sorry but this time i am not nor can i be i am wounded, god, why would you do this to me?? i could ask you for guidance all of today but you cost me someone i could love so from you i turn away.Birth sign: Aries
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