tie me up outside
a random tart, so bittersweet. your presence was what awake ned me. I got what's left a torn up mess. It's safe to say that no means no. no secret codes. no more than I, with u I was many. Just out and over. no four leaf clover. the bottom Roamer. I'm done so lonely. tie me up outside to. finish this with not a Oz of respect to be played. sidewinder walk your all so crooked.
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