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I'm so sorry for it One thing after another Piled like our Italian dinner plates Him, it, her, everything And you deserve none of it. You're one of the closest to perfect beings I've ever had the pleasure of meeting I wish I could be there for you But I just end up being annoying and unhelpful, And, I might also mention, Nervous around beautiful people.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
It's Too Unfair
I'm so sorry for it One thing after another Piled like our Italian dinner plates Him, it, her, everything And you deserve none of it. You're one of the closest to perfect beings I've ever had the pleasure of meeting I wish I could be there for you But I just end up being annoying and unhelpful, And, I might also mention, Nervous around beautiful people.
Wrote this in Italy, felt I should post it.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
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