Rach Gent


I Hate

To tell you the truth I hate long shorts
Except when they’re on a really hot guy
Where it really doesn’t matter what he wears
And I hate the color black
Unless it’s a cute little black dress
Or if it’s the nights sky with stars sprinkled in
To tell you the truth I hate coming to school late
Unless I only have study hall
Because I have nothing to make up

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