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flake of truth

i can't say clever quotes and i don't tack roses to my wall.

i don't dress nicely and i am not as beautiful as she.

i don't expect you or anyone to love me.

 

my taste in music is bland and i read oh slow.

 

my back is not defined and my thighs are vast.

 

my mind is mental and my teeth are dental

 

but there's not a **** thing i can do about it.

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Jul 19, 2010
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