You are unused pencils and you take my breath.
If there is a getaway, I will take it; haphazard and sweating.
I welcome the bullets grazing my feet because when I win, the wounds won’t matter.
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Always pulling up Pulling up Pulling up Pulling up My fucking pants Fucking low rise shit Who’s brilliant idea was this? Sister Golden Hair...
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its like i dont know what my problem is i cant write any words .wellonly dumb ones. every day i want to talk to u but i open this siteand i ...
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After a few more than 2500 posts the Nine is moving to Tumblr. Blogger is RIP. We enjoyed our stay. http://jjffjj.tumblr.com/
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if i accidentally come up to you and ask to give you a no strings attached blowjob i hope it is ty or otto cuz at least it would be nice to ...
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You sang a song on the train today that I really needed to hear. I pulled out my earbuds and listened and the voice and the words were oh so...
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I watched The Voice at work today and I thought I would hate it because Adam Levine is a dick and so is the token country dude they have an...
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And this is why I love the Nines: I was going to write a poem de love. It was going to be titled "You Can Eat My Balls Bitch." B...
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This is how I want to die
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I always vote for the person I want to fuck.