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I smell like the fat kid in school
mixing my milk with my corn
so what?
Age old prophecy
Putting yourself in those same shoes
The music teacher wore wooden braces on her fingers
to write on the blackboard
You were not designed for this
the saying goes
Little amps in the background
We are all homicidal
just don't know it
The last candle in this place unlit
the unhampered zone
I pet the cat from tail to scruff
Nobody really gives a shit
about the undead
I stole your phone
but I meant to steal your life
They were insane
the ping pong table
floating on the lake
We laughed
An infection grew
The jelly stone disaster
reorganizing closets