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Laughter and giggles floated through the air Atmosphere shimmering as the resident golden boy grinned Shrieking laughter following the class clown's pranks   Swooning girls shifted their attention
There once was a lass who liked fashion.She said, "See the lovely bashan!"It was quite linear,But not very skinnier,She couldn't say no to the ration.
Think you're all that Grab a girl and plant a kiss and say you can't help cheating Here they all come rushing back This one this one is mad at you now cause you went and kissed the new girl
A man from the moon and a woman whose been raised by the sun. One of them has found powerful bullets while the other holds the gun.Seldom thoughts of this thing called intimacy that is foreign to their minds.
puddles reflect many wonders they tales tales that make one ponder but beware for they reflect the present wonders Only oneself can create future wonders Oh puddles you make me ponder
To whom it may concern,Yesterday I took a walk and I saw a birdHe flew in the opposite directionso I followedMy legs became weak, my head was so hollowHe led me directlyto a well
Hard work, you can get anywhere if you have it It is something you have to admit And if you commit Surely you will be happy And I can bet
Okay, this is a song too, so it's a little long... Pedestal The words twist with jagged edges, Barbed wire on their lips Glittering silver compliments
Many girls all dream for this thing:
A luminous light shoots into the air, As a 'Boom' rips through the sound barrier, An explosion occurs, Beautiful patterns are embedded into the night sky. For a short while.
  I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
I should have never said yes before I knew it to the car we went strapped my seatbelt innocence I should have never said yes as the car's speed inclined he protested the drive letting anger decide
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass.  It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class.  She is funny, hilarious in fact.  I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act.  Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
  thighs have a testimony but those stories can not be shared too many disguise their cares and I rather be shy than shed tears because I have fears of being penalized for my thighs
The want. The need. The desire for attention. Stuck in a mindset that if I show a little bit more cleavage, I'll get more likes on my pictures. Right? Please tell her she's right.
I need to marry a man who plays the guitar. No, the piano...yes...the piano. I need to marry a man who plays the piano and sings beautifuly.
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