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I may be a loser now But in my past lifetimes I was a big deal I may work at Footlocker Lacing up peoples shoes But in my past lifetimes I was a super dude
Roses are red Violets are blue Look at me I am Groot Roses are red Violets are blue Poems are hard And math is too Roses are red Violets are blue
After a long day filled with sorrow My body aches while I wish to sleep until tomorrow And I search for anything to lift me from this low Thunder and lightning threaten to strike
all i have is this yellow chair. it's dusty and chipped, and from god-knows-where. it was sitting in a pile of your shit. i think i stole it from you when we split.