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Dear future roommate,
I love to talk. I may talk to you Or, I may talk on the phone (talk, not text). I may talk to myself.
Top floor bed and ladder't railing I'm brave you know I'll exit my loft with feet facing out. Backwards hand grip, reach back up and grab discarded socks
Dear university maintenance staff,
Why do I always feel like I’m facing my sins?
All I do is post stupid commentsAnd all it does is flow up like vomitMy mind seems to soar like a cometPraying' for inspiration like MohammedMy momma said be happyGive them girls kisses, way sappy
You tell me to state my mind when I am quiet. You force me to share my thoughts on the daily things. But when it comes time to voice what I believe