I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
Make your parents proud, your enemies jealous, and yourself happy.
Kinda have feelings, kinda heartless
I hate when I'm trying to blow out birthday candles and little kids try to do it with me. Excuse me, it's not your birthday so take a step back.
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Story by dark paradise
Switched Up ✔
"Sorry, Mister Abner. It won't happen again." I mumble as we sit in our assigned seats. As I take m...