Gutter.
That is where I put my feelings.
They get poured back down and keep my head clean.
Gutter.
I noticed something.
It is clogged with leaves and twigs.
Without my gutter, I don't feel happy.
Please clean my Gutter.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Gutter.
That is where I put my feelings.
They get poured back down and keep my head clean.
Gutter.
I noticed something.
It is clogged with leaves and twigs.
Without my gutter, I don't feel happy.
Please clean my Gutter.
Sad vibes.
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