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Best friend and I swing by in small rollercoaster. I miss my childhood but I don't miss me. I hate younger me. Terrible child, worse teenager- too many affectations. Swang by, we did, and we smiled; I could have kissed his face, but, then, I liked girls too much. I still do.   Intimacy is so often unbearable. I'd just rather stick my face into someone else's then call it a day. Maybe, after, talk a little bit. I loved you, my friend, watching the world go by the way we did. I would have kissed your face if you let me. I would have I would.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
Merriment.
Best friend and I swing by in small rollercoaster. I miss my childhood but I don't miss me. I hate younger me. Terrible child, worse teenager- too many affectations. Swang by, we did, and we smiled; I could have kissed his face, but, then, I liked girls too much. I still do.   Intimacy is so often unbearable. I'd just rather stick my face into someone else's then call it a day. Maybe, after, talk a little bit. I loved you, my friend, watching the world go by the way we did. I would have kissed your face if you let me. I would have I would.
tawandamulalu
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
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