Normal is just a setting on the dryer.
There’s only so close to the edge you can stand until you fall off.
There’s only so much you can conceal with a smoke, a shrug, and a cough.
But if there's a god, he sure loves a trier.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
Normal is just a setting on the dryer.
There’s only so close to the edge you can stand until you fall off.
There’s only so much you can conceal with a smoke, a shrug, and a cough.
But if there's a god, he sure loves a trier.
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