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Left behind I don't care about you I'll look at who I want to look at. They're cute. He/she/we are so ****** **** We are evil. They are us. Just stay home and do your work Clean the dishes and take a hit She's melting you. She's torn you. Herein lies proof that you're no longer on her agenda ******** You're not handsome. You're shaggy. You're not exciting. You're kind of an ******* When someone looks at you they won't think, "Wow, he has got something no one else has." Unless of course you hold a guitar. Or a microphone. Or a *** of cash. All they will think is "Who the hell does he think he is?" I don't, anymore, my love. I don't.
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Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
This is What it is to be Forgotten
Left behind I don't care about you I'll look at who I want to look at. They're cute. He/she/we are so ****** **** We are evil. They are us. Just stay home and do your work Clean the dishes and take a hit She's melting you. She's torn you. Herein lies proof that you're no longer on her agenda ******** You're not handsome. You're shaggy. You're not exciting. You're kind of an ******* When someone looks at you they won't think, "Wow, he has got something no one else has." Unless of course you hold a guitar. Or a microphone. Or a *** of cash. All they will think is "Who the hell does he think he is?" I don't, anymore, my love. I don't.
ryan-bowdish
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Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
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