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cocaine conciousness too full to speak wish praying for a free feeling of less relief more sex and the likeness of elvis carved into my breast pears arent like apples and im fucking backwards since the night before where is the condom, where are my friends. oh shit weve lost another one move on forget this is too sad for words i miss you and that smile you do when you get your way.
why can i never like the good ones?
why can i never like the good ones?