We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
Had a long conversation with a spider this morning about how creepy it was. we agreed that if it went away, I wouldn't kill it. It moved, I panicked, it's dead.
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