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i wonder how your disco ball girl would feel about a night like this all my friends say we aren't in the same scene and i am embarrassed to be seen with you but i love the way you button your shirt and the way you are when your stomach hurts my feelings are raw meat and hard to chew and i drink a bottle of wine in case i'm left alone with you ten typos later and i have tears in my tights and stains on my lips melancholia is a mediocre movie and the truest feeling i can muster i let a boy in through the back door and forget he was ever there aside from the fact that there is long hair clogging my shower drain and the shower in your parent's house is the smallest space i've ever been in my friends feel violated by the whistle of a teakettle and i spent the evenings of a man speaking gibberish on top of a washing machine he was wearing a three piece suit with a piece of wheat in the breast pocket and either he was walt whitman or the end of the summer what have i got to lose
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
druken rebuttals of getting back with your ex
i wonder how your disco ball girl would feel about a night like this all my friends say we aren't in the same scene and i am embarrassed to be seen with you but i love the way you button your shirt and the way you are when your stomach hurts my feelings are raw meat and hard to chew and i drink a bottle of wine in case i'm left alone with you ten typos later and i have tears in my tights and stains on my lips melancholia is a mediocre movie and the truest feeling i can muster i let a boy in through the back door and forget he was ever there aside from the fact that there is long hair clogging my shower drain and the shower in your parent's house is the smallest space i've ever been in my friends feel violated by the whistle of a teakettle and i spent the evenings of a man speaking gibberish on top of a washing machine he was wearing a three piece suit with a piece of wheat in the breast pocket and either he was walt whitman or the end of the summer what have i got to lose
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
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