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If you really want me to waste your time with my superficial sense of adventure developed over 20 years as the perfect formula for fun, alright. I promise you'll see right through it. You'll realize in a second that all we really need is whiskey Netflix That all these road trips cigarettes rooftops mean nothing give us nothing. On a regular basis I'd walk in on you cuddling reptiles that litterally can't have any compassion for you. isn't it just like you to have compassion for something that can't love you back. I'm not the charecature you deserve I'm not jacked or covered in ink. My battlescars aren't from poverty or violence, or consequences of just generally being a bad person. My "battle scars" are all from loving too much. I'm so naive that I think they're just as awful as anybody elses. You won't love me. Don't get me wrong If you were truly interested I'd show up wearing a box of chocolates in my hands and not much else. You are a goddess. have absolutely no reason to be looking up to me. I am not that interesting. It's all a game. you've been alive long enough to know the game is ******** I'm flattered by your peaked interest, willing to give you the night of your life. Something tells me you want more than just flashy lights on blank canvas You want stardust. Yes, I'll look at the sky with you. So you might find what you really want.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
Stardust
If you really want me to waste your time with my superficial sense of adventure developed over 20 years as the perfect formula for fun, alright. I promise you'll see right through it. You'll realize in a second that all we really need is whiskey Netflix That all these road trips cigarettes rooftops mean nothing give us nothing. On a regular basis I'd walk in on you cuddling reptiles that litterally can't have any compassion for you. isn't it just like you to have compassion for something that can't love you back. I'm not the charecature you deserve I'm not jacked or covered in ink. My battlescars aren't from poverty or violence, or consequences of just generally being a bad person. My "battle scars" are all from loving too much. I'm so naive that I think they're just as awful as anybody elses. You won't love me. Don't get me wrong If you were truly interested I'd show up wearing a box of chocolates in my hands and not much else. You are a goddess. have absolutely no reason to be looking up to me. I am not that interesting. It's all a game. you've been alive long enough to know the game is ******** I'm flattered by your peaked interest, willing to give you the night of your life. Something tells me you want more than just flashy lights on blank canvas You want stardust. Yes, I'll look at the sky with you. So you might find what you really want.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
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