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ā€œFull is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my loveā€
ā€I don’t want a home, I’d ruin that, Home is where my habits have a habitat.ā€
ā€œā€™member when I was so sick and you didn’t believe me? Then you got sick too and guess who took care of you? You hated that, didn’t you, didn’t you?ā€
ā€I ran out of white doves feathers, to soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth every time you address meā€
ā€œI’m a tulip in a cup, I stand no chance of growing up, I’ve made my peace I’m dead I’m done, I watched you live to have my fun,ā€
I could go on and on but these are just some that came to mind
Jun 5, 2025

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OH and! I spread like strawberries I climb like peas and beans I’ve been sucking it in so long That I’m busting at the seams … and god the way she sings it
Jun 6, 2025
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my fav: I don't understand about diamonds And why men buy them What's so impressive about a diamond Except the mining?
Jun 6, 2025
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because the fact being that whatever’s in front of me is covering my view so I can't see what I'm seeing in fact; I only see what I'm looking through
Jun 5, 2025
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oh 100% this is the answer
Jun 5, 2025
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