words
im tired of whiny self loathing, but its not changing. thats all i can do. feel shitty for myself. someone somethings out there. bleh words. lets go to arizona, or to colorado. or to tool, cap city or log cabin.
i want my baby, where is my baby, who took my baby.
yeah yeah
i want some, there is none.
i want my baby, where is my baby, who took my baby.
yeah yeah
i want some, there is none.
posted by spoonybard at
11:29 PM
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The beach is big, where's our blanket? Where's our blanket? Where's our blanket? A million places, a million faces. Where's our blanket? Oh there it is.
Thank you.
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