Nov 18, 2015
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you, with your swish and the curl of your lips and the cut of your jib as i text you, so glib you've got her, and i'm glad. you're so happy with her. it fills me with joy she's your personal liqueur i hate it, i'm jealous your story displays fun nights filled with friends i shove back my dismays the point of it all is that i'm being petty you have people, i don't, i just can't keep things steady. i depend on you too much, and you've your own life. i must loosen my grip so you'll have much less strife.
