Dear Mr. Boring
Monday, June 23, 2014 | 1:01 AM | 4 comments
You bore the hell out of me when we chat
But still, it makes be happy, ironic?
When I hear your voice I need a halt
Why do I like you this much? I Can't help it.
But still, it makes be happy, ironic?
When I hear your voice I need a halt
Why do I like you this much? I Can't help it.
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