*^~~^*BoYs*r*sMeLLy*^~~^*
I dont know where my friends are. somewhere up near the front of, they
got lost, in the smell of boys, my friends of noise. Painkillers to die
for, and albums to record, softened every step, cuz yr a sweaty
mess, could be nothing less. but i never would pretend, that what i
didnt feel, was ever real. dont want a career to start off the new year,
chocolate covered promise makes a sappy start, we were worlds apart.
but i never would pretend that what i didnt feel, was ever real. but
i never would pretend that what i didnt feel, was ever real.
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