

Moving on...I am laying here on my bed, All alone. Stuck in a cell of boredome, figuring how to escape. Then I thought, You would fit perfectly into the lock, like a key to unlock this seemingly, undestructable cell. You make me feel, Not bore me. Though the feelings I would feel, may not be pleasant, I still want it... Want it like how a kid wants his toy plane...Moving on...
I want you... I dont need you.period.
~plumnroll
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