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Sitting on the floor of your dimly lit kitchen, is the boy who never gets full, of chewing up all his emotions, to later only puke them back out Sitting backwards in your old bed, is the boy who never seems to rest, of giving me dreamy *** but his heart is still fast asleep sitting in the front seat of your car, is the boy who can't drive, due to all the different directions his head is in
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
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Sitting on the floor of your dimly lit kitchen, is the boy who never gets full, of chewing up all his emotions, to later only puke them back out Sitting backwards in your old bed, is the boy who never seems to rest, of giving me dreamy *** but his heart is still fast asleep sitting in the front seat of your car, is the boy who can't drive, due to all the different directions his head is in
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
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