My body.
My mind.
Feels likes absolute mush.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
My mind.
Feels likes absolute mush.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
Wake up, Sarah!
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- Sarah, it's your birthday.
- 18.
- I got tree on my pants.
- The bed is unmade, like everything is.
- Fun for three.
- Dell equals the plague.
- Quick newsflash.
- But a spoiled little prince I was not.
- When I'm tired of giving.
- No bones about it.
- A new dawn, a new day.
- Oily marks, appear on walls.
- I am a war, already won.
- Voting is for suckers.
- Ticket for sale.
- Message behind the music.
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2 comments:
Studying sucks.
Oh Sarah.
You are much, much prettier than that green blob.
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