smell of coffee lingers in the air
crunching the newspaper
terrible heavy synth music pounding out of the headphones
waiting to take the quiz; i want to get over it
on to my right, chit chatting about guns
starting at an early age? future murders??
the clock strikes eleven
we all go to heaven
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cool?
NEEDZ WORK.
no, but i'm glad you felt creative that day :)
WAHT'RE YOU BEING FOR HALLOWEEN AND DONT SAY A CAT
i don't think it needs work
its just my thought process
UNLESS YOU'RE SAYING MY THOUGHT PROCESS NEEDS WORK
and i am :D
:(
i can't remember you not being a cat! do something differeeennttt
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