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Fictionfolk culture is looking at the mirror and going who dat😂😂😂😂😂 who dat😂😅😂😅🤣😂🤣🤣😂
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"U sweet, boy"
And you know a rebel soft when he feel a treble sweet
City-slicker swung a fifth, swaying with the tenderfeet to a love song Brett wrote at 15
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I will think of you sober, not cause you were a bad drunk, you always been solid
The cookiecutter white boys on this row rocking collars and hiding bleach stains branded into shoulder, but you were just skin and very good bones
Y'all new york boys aight, silk-like in smoke circles I watch you ease in and work the word like king midas, you got a group gushing gold, I'd take a picture if it wasn't corny
You always knew none of this was for me, cause I told you and I knew you'd get why
I just followed two boys who could've been from home down a dim rabbit hole for a network to take, and we found light make no mistake
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Just different shades. I hate that our last text was tryna cop an eighth
Hate that our last dap was on my way out knight, I didn't even look you in the eye
That the night the boys let go of your ghost, sipped flying dog by a bonfire, sucked down your last two packs of golds
That's what they told me I didn't go. I walked through old town til the bakery opened
Like if only I didn't miss most barcrawls or socials, maybe I could've been there with you in white noise and rain
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If just one more brainstorm abrew on a tuesday, you and me people- watching, toasting ocho's porch to some peach-bitten sky, boy
I hope heaven fire
Ich komm mir so dumm vor, so albern und kindisch.
Wir werden uns gleich wieder sehen, um uns noch einmal auszusprechen,
Bevor wir getrennte Wege gehen..
Du bist gegangen,
Letzte Woche, so aus dem Nichts und hast mich einfach so zurück gelassen
Und was mache ich?
Ich benehme mich schon den ganzen Tag wie ein kleiner verliebter Teenager, der gleich ein Date mit seiner ersten großen Liebe hat..
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School Of Fish - 3 Strange Days
I’m wearing the hoodie you gave me. You remember the one. The pink one with the “I am sherlocked” on it. The one that you had two of, the other one which is blue. We matched together. “Best friends goals” we used to say to each other. We took many pictures in our hoodies. It was perfect. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t even look at each other. I miss us. Us being best friends. Now we are just two strangers who used to talk. Who used to wear matching hoodies talking about how we were friendship goals, how we would grow old together I wonder if you ever wear the matching hoodie and think about how we used to be. I sure do. I remember before everything went down hill with our friendship. I remember us. Do you remember us? I’m still wearing the hoodie. I think I’ll wear it all night. Then in the morning I’ll put it back. Back in the back of the dresser folded up where it will spend another couple weeks until I really start to miss you again.
fictionkin culture is getting dysphoric because of other people's headcanons then feeling guilty or dramatic because of it
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