How I know I'm ready to graduate:
"I could write poetic shit all day, it just wouldn't mean anything's the problem"
Then it's not really poetic, now is it, Dumb Fuck?
Stars blaze. Yeah, we all get it by now. I think I've even read it in a poem or two myself. But moving on...
"I want to trace your skin with my fingers." SLUT! Oh wait, not you, I was talking about that line. It gets around. A LOT
I guess we can all still be friends though. Just don't try to talk to me about anything literary. I'll cut you. Literarily. Literally.
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