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They get excited over the waves flowing when I walk by. They look so weak And I feel so strong But then it’s all the same I feel like this makeup is warpaint and my short dress sometimes turns into armor. Honestly I would wash over the world with my waters and crush buildings with the wind at my command. But I can’t Instead I have a flute playing wonderful songs and all these boys follow me into the ocean. To drown While I lay there unsatisfied
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
Their eyes feel good..
They get excited over the waves flowing when I walk by. They look so weak And I feel so strong But then it’s all the same I feel like this makeup is warpaint and my short dress sometimes turns into armor. Honestly I would wash over the world with my waters and crush buildings with the wind at my command. But I can’t Instead I have a flute playing wonderful songs and all these boys follow me into the ocean. To drown While I lay there unsatisfied
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
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