no matter how weird,
how strange.
it always seems to be my solace.
i want to fuck the living daylights out of her.
thanks for repeatedly stabbing me in front of my friend,
who really isn't one.
somehow, nicole,
i doubt you were so innocent,
such as to not say a word about what we did,
in the morning to her.
regardless of how much you know we like her.
but anyway,
its all behind me now.
she'll be gone,
and whats left,
will be the memories of the conversation.
so,
a jog always makes me think.
i finally got why you felt that.
and its not cuz of RNR.
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