Oh, I knew you were crazy. Crazy has a way of following me. Up Shits creek without a paddle and I know I'm not alone. There is a crazy girl sitting next to me, using her oar for exclamation. She's waving the darned thing like its a prop, when I know If I had that oar, had even the slightest chance of guiding us- we would be free. But, She's in charge and so I sit in the painful heat listening to her talk about herself.
Life must be so hard for you. True religion jeans tapered and sized in extra small. Perfect clothes, a body that turns heads. My own life seems so unplanned. Like I had only a few minutes to put myself together and this was the best I could do.
A black T shirt. 90 pounds untucked. Booger baby stains on my shoulder. The Winnie the pooh stickers attached to my ass. And the worst part of it all- being caught talking to you.
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so nice to see youre back, i was beginning to wonder.......
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