some off those jugga sluts look smashable in a wasted cant find your car keys even though there in your hand, take to the bushes or nearest alley behind a thrash can, as not to make enough noise to alert anyone or thing, then your friend cant get over the fact and constantly remindes of how you and her melted puddles together even after you swore to yourself just this last time when you sold your girlfriends radio and kicked you out till you changed your life, kinda of way. o yeah and fuck that itch and burning feeling you swear was just a rash but still hasnt gone away and your always to lazy to go get it checked.
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