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i wrote a world that doesnt last, ive left it on the bookshelf till it gets famous again. dusty and underrated. god, its happens to the best doesnt it?
such a big word for such small minds.
expand and expand
till gaps do us part
no more
i already did this but i will do it again. sweet sweet roses that you lips and you hair smell like. not smell, look. you smell like your brother and your bathtub. your home. what does it smell like?