i was falling asleep and you started throwing rocks at my window. do you want me? or is this another sick joke. a pretty lie, like the ones you whispered after you used me.
~awsten
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4. rocks
i was falling asleep and you started throwing rocks at my window. do you want me? or is this another sick joke. a pretty lie, like the ones you whispered after you used me.
~awsten