(via fairytalesandlovestories)
(via fairytalesandlovestories)
Man, I feel like mold.
It's prom night and I am lonely.
Low and behold,
He's walking over to me.
This must be fake,
My lip starts to shake.
How does he know who I am?
And why does he give a damn about?
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby!
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