NO, NOPE, NEE. Go away.
No one gave two craps about her. But they should have.
Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it’s nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong,
The stories are off.
Not even one hour later: smoke break
in the breezeway by the handicapped bathroom.
Why is it we believe we only have one soul?
Because it’s easier to set the table for one. [x]