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i'm sure i was nothing before i met you a blue girl looking for new colors on a palate that only bore one i'm sure i was only a shell of what i could be before i met you a blue girl looking at a green, orange, red-blond boy that could be her new home tall like a tower, booming like thunder, laughter like music playing steadily on a summer eve you were a stark difference compared to me, yet you were still perfect well, as perfect as any green, orange, red-blond boy could be. tennis shoes the same color as my sad sad soul, connecting to legs crashing their way into my mad mad world you know exactly what you do to me but do you dare stop? no, of course not since when did boys like you stop for girls like me? bulldozing, red lights, screaming, violet nights i was everything next to you, yet nothing the second you leave i'm a blue girl searching for a green, orange, red-blond boy that could be her new backbone she can't stand on her own she can't she can't she can't- i can't stand on my own.
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Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
dear new lover
i'm sure i was nothing before i met you a blue girl looking for new colors on a palate that only bore one i'm sure i was only a shell of what i could be before i met you a blue girl looking at a green, orange, red-blond boy that could be her new home tall like a tower, booming like thunder, laughter like music playing steadily on a summer eve you were a stark difference compared to me, yet you were still perfect well, as perfect as any green, orange, red-blond boy could be. tennis shoes the same color as my sad sad soul, connecting to legs crashing their way into my mad mad world you know exactly what you do to me but do you dare stop? no, of course not since when did boys like you stop for girls like me? bulldozing, red lights, screaming, violet nights i was everything next to you, yet nothing the second you leave i'm a blue girl searching for a green, orange, red-blond boy that could be her new backbone she can't stand on her own she can't she can't she can't- i can't stand on my own.
i can't i can't i can- be patient with me.
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Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
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