i’m drunk on confusion you see Stockholm syndrome all up inside of me we’ve had a different mix here and there cast multiple rolls only to find myself back at your door i can lie to myself think that i’m strong a bad bitch a winner but i know that i’m wrong for reasons unknown you stabbed me up and i done you wrong we went our own way several times but always united by the love to our life immaturity by my side you took a shot and i had to take five and as time passes by the bitter salt crust seems to fall off i concede your advantage you have my heart
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Dig this one much. “the bitter salt crust seems to fall off i concede your advantage”. Howl great. Glad you make and share.
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Thank you friend and thank you for visiting happy 2020 xoxoxo
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“We went our own way several times”. Cue Fleetwood Mac 🙂
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Loving Ms. Nick’s!!! Thanks for reading friend xo
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Nice! 🙂
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Thanks for reading friend xoxo
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i loved reading this, placing my punctuation where it felt right for me. dont know if you intend that but it works
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Thank you friend. I prefer to write without punctuation most of the time 😊
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