Ticking.
Not recovered. I sent you a warning and watched you dance on it from the highway. I can forgive.
Not withstanding. I hate these little games that we keep playing. I wanted to make you flesh, but fell to pieces when I realized I was not God.
Believe the billboards. They'll make you feel better than any of your dumb acquaintences ever could.
Feel for me, because I hate you and I don't know how to stop.
Send me the bill for all of the damage that I caused.
Human cespool. They serve all of your favorites and there's a rumor going around that the mayor will be there. A good networking opportunity, at least that's what I heard.
Be alive, just because.
She did not drown, I found her that way when I was cleaning the pool.
Take me to the
The chorus broke the fall. Stop stopping my heart and I'll stop crying.
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"Your latest poetic justice pretty much sums up how I feel towards a lot of my exes."
Well, it's a good thing you disposed of them. hehe((
I'm doing well. Thank you for asking and thanks for stopping by!
"Not withstanding. I hate these little games that we keep playing.
Feel for me, because I hate you and I don't know how to stop.
Send me the bill for all of the damage that I caused."
I feel this way about a certain person and too bad for both of us, we can't get away from each other. Again, you have tapped into my psyche. How do you do that???
Merry Christmas.
Thanks for the Holiday cheer! Merry Christmas!
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