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There once was a lass who liked fashion.She said, "See the lovely bashan!"It was quite linear,But not very skinnier,She couldn't say no to the ration.
I get bitter when I think about you Skin burning Blood convulsing just below the surface Angry not that you are gone But at the way you left.
I’m catching feelings for you mighty fast so if I put you to through the tests I hope that you will pass ‘cause I would hate to not have you around me all the time,
pink lips pink hair cartwheels i dont care. sunglasses wineglasses kisses on the run. short skirts outskirts i hate everyone.