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She doesn't think I'm much of a guy... I meant much of An interesting guy. I did say "interesting" before... Didn't I? Why? Why does it matter? Oh I love her I think... We will go well together, Like bread and jam wait.. a better rhyme... Like bread and "butter". I must tell you... The amount of efforts I make! Even wrote her a poem to which She said "For God's sake! We are not in 19th century. Get new..." It made me feel like leftover cake. "Swag", she said Something you lack *** I opened net and googled it After our short conversation. The guys must do this and that Looking at it I went into depression! (Have you seen the latest trends? I'm soooo far behind. oh good heaven!) Back home I sunk in my sofa low I was ****** exhausted, Nothing I did pleased her Didn't get her one bit excited; She wanted someone bad and strong And all she got was a guy ******** Why is it that... Her crush drinks a bottle of whiskey down, In one gulp and calls her cutie pie. And I can't even pull off a leather jacket, I'm just a ******* teetotaler orange juice guy. In this world full of jibber-jabber, I look at her as if She's my only high! Okay! So I'll love her silently and pray, Like how Earth keeps Moon Neither too close nor far away; A miracle is all I hope for (like the guy she loves shifting to Burma) Then she'll have no other way! I know... I'm not a bad boy! Why o God you've made me this nice?! She loves to play with fire and you've And you've... Made my heart outta ice!
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Orange Juice
She doesn't think I'm much of a guy... I meant much of An interesting guy. I did say "interesting" before... Didn't I? Why? Why does it matter? Oh I love her I think... We will go well together, Like bread and jam wait.. a better rhyme... Like bread and "butter". I must tell you... The amount of efforts I make! Even wrote her a poem to which She said "For God's sake! We are not in 19th century. Get new..." It made me feel like leftover cake. "Swag", she said Something you lack *** I opened net and googled it After our short conversation. The guys must do this and that Looking at it I went into depression! (Have you seen the latest trends? I'm soooo far behind. oh good heaven!) Back home I sunk in my sofa low I was ****** exhausted, Nothing I did pleased her Didn't get her one bit excited; She wanted someone bad and strong And all she got was a guy ******** Why is it that... Her crush drinks a bottle of whiskey down, In one gulp and calls her cutie pie. And I can't even pull off a leather jacket, I'm just a ******* teetotaler orange juice guy. In this world full of jibber-jabber, I look at her as if She's my only high! Okay! So I'll love her silently and pray, Like how Earth keeps Moon Neither too close nor far away; A miracle is all I hope for (like the guy she loves shifting to Burma) Then she'll have no other way! I know... I'm not a bad boy! Why o God you've made me this nice?! She loves to play with fire and you've And you've... Made my heart outta ice!
Sometimes you feel bad that you're a good guy.
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
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