Every thought I've been scrutinizing Isn't going anywhere and with my mind this pressure will never stop and pretty soon a few words will seep out pop...pop...pop to the roomate But I'm dreading that one big KABOOM when all other sources are depleated and all I have is you And that's just a diseaster waiting to happen.Birth sign: Gemini
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