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This jacket is rather new. It's soft and plush and light blue. My arms stick to me inside like glue. They trap me kind of like you. But I do not mean to hurt your feelings. I do somewhat enjoy your ceilings. You see, you are my only friend. Me and you, we're quite a trend. I'd love to show you off to all the people at the mall. But I'm afraid to I can't. You are a wall.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Sentenced for Insanity
This jacket is rather new. It's soft and plush and light blue. My arms stick to me inside like glue. They trap me kind of like you. But I do not mean to hurt your feelings. I do somewhat enjoy your ceilings. You see, you are my only friend. Me and you, we're quite a trend. I'd love to show you off to all the people at the mall. But I'm afraid to I can't. You are a wall.
melissa-rita
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
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