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I wonder quite often If it's like feeling sunshine on your arms and legs After being slowly frozen While being taught white history If it's like putting on traditional clothes And strutting proudly around town If it's like cool water Tickling your scalp After this week's hottest day of the century Is it the feeling you get when you've finally got new tires And 65 down the toll road late at night Feels just as smooth as the bass rumbling in your spine Is it the same as letting go of someone Who didn't understand You needed a much bigger *** So you could really bloom into the flower you knew you were Perhaps one day I'll know Till then, I have to be home by 9.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
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I wonder quite often If it's like feeling sunshine on your arms and legs After being slowly frozen While being taught white history If it's like putting on traditional clothes And strutting proudly around town If it's like cool water Tickling your scalp After this week's hottest day of the century Is it the feeling you get when you've finally got new tires And 65 down the toll road late at night Feels just as smooth as the bass rumbling in your spine Is it the same as letting go of someone Who didn't understand You needed a much bigger *** So you could really bloom into the flower you knew you were Perhaps one day I'll know Till then, I have to be home by 9.
this one is from my days in grade school. she was just tired
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
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