the not so average life of a not so average girl.
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken, sore, and stiff. But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at; he owes me one last wish, So here's a present to let you know I still exist; I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.