I used to look forward to saturday,
where is she?
I miss her calling me old, did she
give up?
I think she is tired of me being a question.
She wants me to be, like her.
Maybe..
It is hard to talk when they think you are dead....
Verb.verb, verb.....i miss your puffy noun...
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