It's well past my bedtime, but some words keep popping into my head: they may be shit, but I NEED to let them out.
The diffrence between
me and the next girl,
is that the next girl
is not me.
I want to fly because
at fifteen thousand feet,
people care more about freedom
and less about who you like to kiss.
I g2g- the parenst discovered me.
You’re Te-Killing Me, New Hire!
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New Starter: "Is that weird?"
Me: "It's not… normal."
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1 comment:
I like....I like I like! :)
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