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Little seashell on my chest the voices in my head come from the past in my unfinished dreams your words, nothing mean
a little sweeter, a little too sour and I my body is my power one heart, one love
five minutes, one cigarette, first love
Childhood Remember when we play with fake tattoo i can make some money, i can make it for you Two street lamps, bags of potato chips, bottle of Coca Cola, perfume bullying ate me, this shit ate me for you
gun noises, the smell of marlboros, skinned knees, Gucci bamboo suspenders sag, they will sag for you a virgin, ballerina, betty boop sexually dancing, dancing, sexy for you
Blue flower in my hair, magic in my hands, I'm a whore but at least I'm free smell of cedar, peripatetic, walking through town with fear in her eyes and blood on her knees.
why that kid was chasing me with a hammer? why that other kid used to spit on my head when I walked?
A beautiful fact of life is that I am successful in everything, and continue my studies, while the first works as a barber's assistant for little money, and the other, the one who used to spit on my head, killed himself two years ago
I think of past events, my first love, my first dreams, never faded
