Shit on her head. |
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Shit on her head. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
I should be like: "Biotch, I don't heart you anymore". |
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To be continued . . . . .
This thread rocks. Hard. Rock hard. |
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