A process, I want to show you later.
I wish you could see me when i sit.
I'm a lesson, a product with bad behavior.
A flower, towards a coward ,and it suits you more , I am sour.
Tragic, only happens when you run around, I really like it when you run around.
I wish you could see me when I sit down.
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Author:
darren mcgavin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2019 04:04
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You sat down there?!
Why'd this make me laugh
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