Haunting me, I stopped smoking, no I'm not joking. Replaced my smoke with choke, running and tears. I replaced alcohol with rain dears. God I miss my smokes, I'd rather die of a coconut falling on my head, then smoke, choking me to death. I'd rather die in a lanvin the alcohol changing my age. I'd rather dance with you, then talk with you.
Rather, instead, I'm going too bed.
I feel empty as a blank book, wondering what too cook, fish or dear. Food, is something I fear, but
only when I am silly in my head. C'ause if I don't eat I become dead. My soul is alive, my sould is inside. A nightmare before summer, called spring. Ca CHING MONEY !!!!
Rather, instead, I'm going too bed.
I feel empty as a blank book, wondering what too cook, fish or dear. Food, is something I fear, butonly when I am silly in my head. C'ause if I don't eat I become dead. My soul is alive, my sould is inside. A nightmare before summer, called spring. Ca CHING MONEY !!!!
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