URGH. Wh does it only ever ki k in properly when I get home? URGH. My parent yet hate me.
His smile could light s thousand castles, but it was like sand draining through fingers. No matter how hard you tried it could be preserved and held in your hands.
Lol. Poetic.
Write drunk edit sober lol lol was that Wilde or hemmingway? Who knows who cares loooollll
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