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"Let's rob a fuckin' bank." we agreed. "Let's rob a fuckin' bank!" indeed. You know that's against my rules But the thought of doing it with you makes it acceptable. **** these feelings. **** that dream. We didn't rob a ******* bank but we danced and you whispered and I shivered then woke up. The brush of lips replay in my head over and over and over again. Why do I fall for my friends? I fall so hard yet in the end I get nothing in return but the weight of gravity and the floor of reality showing it was all pretend. I know there's nothing wrong with me. You just don't feel that way. ... maybe you do- Maybe I'm just not cool enough. But I'd rob a bank with you.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Hormonal Shame is to Blame.
"Let's rob a fuckin' bank." we agreed. "Let's rob a fuckin' bank!" indeed. You know that's against my rules But the thought of doing it with you makes it acceptable. **** these feelings. **** that dream. We didn't rob a ******* bank but we danced and you whispered and I shivered then woke up. The brush of lips replay in my head over and over and over again. Why do I fall for my friends? I fall so hard yet in the end I get nothing in return but the weight of gravity and the floor of reality showing it was all pretend. I know there's nothing wrong with me. You just don't feel that way. ... maybe you do- Maybe I'm just not cool enough. But I'd rob a bank with you.
When you dream of your friends.
#friends#dreams#blondes#robbery
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
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