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lipstick, wigs, and pbr mouths...
10.02.2003 | 12:16 a.m.

inside, there is a curdling shell and it's made of strength, but it's grown so old... and when he joined the army, he wanted to cry (this was better than going to the prom with his sister). oh there has to be a school where the girls are waxed and they wear their bathing suits in the hallways... don't swallow your tongue. maintenence wants me in the boys' bathroom. what is wrong with the boyfriends gossiping, surrounded by women's clothes? everything is memorized and glued to the floor.when the group of friends has a girl that is a waitress, all of the orders turn out bad and there is not a dime left on the table. sing me a ballad, freshman. fast! piano swings his keys. i am locking my mirror and i am sweating at the brim because i am waiting for him to leave the theater. yes i want to fuck you. yes we need to talk. like old lovers. we need to talk and we can be partners for this night because the moon is so red, like our eyes. daddy, punish me! i want to feel like the beautiful, lucky girl that i am! (no foreign country could afford her).

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