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Apr 2013
i turn into a flippin' mess when you're around
i got all these feeling i don't know how to let out

i'm just feelin' a little mixed up right now
about us together getting out on the road

i said that you could come travel with me this summer
and i WILL hold true to my words

but i wish there were something i knew of
that could make everything stirring inside

just, subside.
at this point i should ask,
"anybody wanna smoke a bowl" LOL
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   Timothy
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