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[28 Nov 2016|08:32pm] |
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It looks like the only good use for the gossip column is allowing my crup to use it as a toy. He's absolutely fantastic at making sure it's completely torn to pieces, which makes it almost unreadable. Almost. I was able to read a sentence or two, and realized that it was already a complete disaster to begin with.
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Well take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
When we were made we were set apart
Life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in