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We're trying not to be communicably withdrawn.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.