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In a black cell of forever
There's a point to this
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
i don't want to smell your stinky
beave no fat beaver no fat beaver swear i'm gonna leave her can't stand her fat beaver you look real nice to talk to but i can't stand to look at you stop chasing me all over the place and get your fucking f.b. out of my face
The wind isn't bringing anything in
That isn't sun behind that shade
my dad saved off his eyebrows, i laughed alot.
also i stalk brittney outside of 711
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