this pit in my stomach
lets me know
that i am freaking
the ****
out.
it feels good.
insanity is running through the roots of my hair
when i remembered today
that you are probably
shaving your *****
in preparation
for Elisabeth
I'm rooting for you, you disgusting weasel.
i hope it's the best **** you will ever give anyone
and i hope it means
nothing to her
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
this pit in my stomach
lets me know
that i am freaking
the ****
out.
it feels good.
insanity is running through the roots of my hair
when i remembered today
that you are probably
shaving your *****
in preparation
for Elisabeth
I'm rooting for you, you disgusting weasel.
i hope it's the best **** you will ever give anyone
and i hope it means
nothing to her
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