numbers 89 and 90 sat on a couch. then 89 got pissed and laid on her porch in the sun. 90 worried. 89 knew it. 89 liked it. 90 groveled. 89 forgave. now 89 and 90 are happy again.
I am broken like everyone else on this earth. Understanding is my gift, and I have a passion for singing. Blank scrabble pieces are my worst nightmare, and writing music is my dream. I love to dance, but not synchronized steps. Over thinking things is a skill of mine, and I wish I read more. My head stays firmly planted on my shoulders, and over the years I have come to admire loyalty, faith, and courage. One day I hope to master one of these, or at least attempt to recreate all three.
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