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Colton Krzanowicz
Buffalo, NY
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will
love
girl
summer
running
thought
good
mind
hands
sister
heart
life
hurt
passenger
mine
awkward
man
text
questions
smile
rules
feels
heaven
sleeve
tear
yellows
side
fucking
hard
hair
best
blue
driving
sun
content
lights
beating
fuck
boy
punk
reds
promise
singing
smells
speak
cares
fight
live
listen
lived
gas
tank
straight
things
smell
closer
mouth
edge
time
songs
drunken
trance
wandered
stressed
thigh
strawberries
cute
move
felt
snow
held
hating
clumsily
eyes
happiness
shattered
sewn
fit
barefooted
fruit
finally
going
choose
crying
money
swim
greater
torture
sucker
watch
cigarettes
mom
word
bit
day
dreams
shoulder
reveal
school
sunk
sang
race
shots
night
small
guy
ears
body
lifted
quicker
rustling
picture
dead
seat
limb
lips
shakes
shallowest
year
strangest
friend
dating
wallet
sorta
hardest
hipster
red
ass
full
patient
truth
opening
weak
punch
refused
stress
meets
key
imagine
choked
ash
bleed
care
rare
secrets
leaves
tasting
equal
keep
turn
swear
faces
seams
clothes
chest
unfold
family
grade
win
pop
slurs
parties
frames
blonde
poem
eye
wayyyyyyyy
divorce
top
direction
start
belongs
communion
lock
hug
perfectly
eons
spat
shower
veil
lungs
league
started
laughs
wet
underwear
depressing
boys
drown
big
angles
cluttered
absorbs
deepest
circumstances
case
loved
kind
places
car
work
strongest
optimism
record
sadness
melted
torturing
kissing
happy
beautiful
barely
played
favorite
fights
rip
pinky
draining
skipped
pulling
optimistic
sense
throat
leaving
attract
tells
wayyyy
frown
grown
looked
clung
beaming
winter
dancing
open
kid
poetry
stubborn
tight
nap
book
naivety
holding
bands
upside
stepped
glasses
temporary
knees
mother
yesterday
falls
birthday
jealous
develop
friends
ghost
opposites
attempt
remember
prevalent
glass
windows
sit
drive
walked
cliches
green
wind
left
speaks