A mind stamped blank, a page unwritten, story no ending, a dead end road. The tales of your misconseptions never really lead anywhere, just a fake smile to mask the ache.
dammmnnn boyy you be writting dis in the 6 20 A M ! Are yoU KARASEE. i actually like it. lalalala i was the first one to write in MR POPULAR'S livejournal whatchu gonna do. peace and love <3
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you smell like chopped liver.
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no you must be confused with your belly button that you pick.
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