Jan 2015
I can't think of you like I used to.
You left me in your dust,
a nail to begin to rust.
You were my Twenty-one,
you were my first kiss
and last goodbye.
the hello
then hell no.
You left me in your dust,
a nail to begin to rust.
You were my Twenty-one,
you were my first kiss
and last goodbye.
the hello
then hell no.
i seriously just finished this, finaly got somethin out
(in my house on a streat)
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