Copy and paste move after move with an almost two decade old car, some oil paint stains in your not favorite colorful jeans. Hat, scarf, "I pay no rent, I can come for a month." Darling. Dating. Finding only potheads or... Single. Broke. People weighing on me with their no hope, no hope, no hope. I'm here with you don't make me drag you out to dance. I might need you to bring me. All of a sudden the cold breeze reaches me in the corner.
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