Things have got to change I guess.
The room is getting older as my self, and I haven’t made a woman cry of laughter in so long. Spotlights, and paranoia cameras have become a permanent stain in my fabric.
I guess I just got used to it.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Things have got to change I guess.
The room is getting older as my self, and I haven’t made a woman cry of laughter in so long. Spotlights, and paranoia cameras have become a permanent stain in my fabric.
I guess I just got used to it.
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