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You fucked around—and you found out.
Stupid island kids.
Because promises are potato chips. They’re cheap. Easy to break. Too many hurt your heart.
Handy Andy needs to come back and fix that and a million other things.
I shouted, “And you’re a fucking racist,” before bursting into tears.
“Shake it up, girl,”
Ha. This bitch really thinks I trust her.
Get the fuck up. Get UP!
Guilt makes you scream, “What more do you want?” even though it’s already taken everything, including your happily ever after.
Why is everything so expensive?
“You really falling for this virus nonsense?”
“I was an asshole growing up cuz I was bored.”
“Fucking bitch,” he spits. “Go back to the ghetto.”
Death had arrived, and now, all she heard was her body’s crackling and dull thuds.
There’s no KKK column on the back pages of the Breeze anymore.
dreaming about eating pasta naked in bed
“Just getting shit I want.”
