it’s like the love letter i tried to write, ended up sort of sucking, then i just lit it on fire, and kind of tried to read it before someone told me that the sprinklerz are on but moreso that i should probably, like, not do that. but, i already kindof did?
fuck, get to know more, let’s talk, talk, TALK. fuck, it’s a struggle. for sure, it’s also slice(z) of heaven (i remember this one time my brother…
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