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maybe if i yell loud enough across fuzzy love songs after my last shift you'll turn your head like the way you look at her in literature and, maybe i let my eyes linger too long on your blue hoodie, the blonde bits at the end of your hair, when you walk me to class on tuesdays i've done this to myself before and ill do it again maybe ill drown myself in the number seven till i can finally shut the **** up and can look at its lines without hearing your voice
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
as my ugly mouth kept running
maybe if i yell loud enough across fuzzy love songs after my last shift you'll turn your head like the way you look at her in literature and, maybe i let my eyes linger too long on your blue hoodie, the blonde bits at the end of your hair, when you walk me to class on tuesdays i've done this to myself before and ill do it again maybe ill drown myself in the number seven till i can finally shut the **** up and can look at its lines without hearing your voice
YALL ALREADY BE KNOWING IM BACK ON MY ******** SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG
tinofrogboy
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
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