Gryphen

White TileWhen I think of you I think of dark straight hair, Green eyes rimmed with stylish frames, A smattering of freckles across your cheeks, Slightly less than perfect teeth: ones grown in a little crooked. I think of thin limbs and a flat chest, Of flawless pale skin.White Tile
When I look in the mirror I see you, for what you really are, Short dyed hair, Eyes of a neither here nor there hazel framed in cheep plastic, Acne splashed across nose and cheeks, Gaped front teeth, I see the fat you try to hide beneath baggy clothes and dark colors, The scars inflicted in fit
Ribbet
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The Game.....you just lost it.
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The Game.....you just lost it.
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I am a moody child who sees musical order and pairing rhymes.
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I am a moody child who sees musical order and pairing rhymes.
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That was not very chicken, dude. Not very chicken at ALL.
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