Star Shaped Heart


"The freaks keep it moving 'till the beat is gone."

"We trying to grow a greener lawn."

The anxiety ridden faces her fears dead-on.

We're trying not to be communicably withdrawn.

The test called for a pen of any color ink, but all I got is this dirty, multicolored crayon.

Just because we don't do it like you do doesn't mean were somehow a part of Satan's spawn.

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