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My mother got a shock when she came yesterday she stood on my carpet all she could say was Oh what a mess a hello would mean a lot a lot of yelling and screaming was all I ever got I got myself a boyfreind been together for a while his life was organized in order and style but one day when I slept he could not find the door for the stuff in my room I saw him no more I've got a lot of friends and I feel quite good when we walk around in my neighbourhood they like my home I know they really do I have seen they've got some pretty messy houses too conclusion: It's my own mess so just let it be I live in a pig sty but I feel free yes I'm allright it's just the way I feel I might be a dreamer but my mess my mess is real. | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2012-08-25 19:55:10 |
Escort the yelling and screaming mother to the nearest bus-stop! Messy homes can be ever so inspiring
venligst ...
PS 'I know they reAlly do'
venligst ...
PS 'I know they reAlly do'
| Eva Hald | 2012-08-25 20:06:30 |
Tak :) det var en smutter, er nu rettet.
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