sleep now.
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sleep now.
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Somewhere in Brooklyn by Bruno Mars
She was covered in leather and gold,
21 years old
I lost her in the crowd
It’s unfair, she’s out there.
…
Oh I wonder, will we ever meet again?
There was an attractive fella giving me the eye at my friends’ concert I went to tonight. After making eye contact a number of times, he “mysteriously” ended up dancing next to me (& I was on the edge of the crowd) when the band started.
And then my bestie wanted to come home. And we never said a word to each other. So sad. (Some new suga’ would’ve been nice).
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Just got an invitation to a good friend’s wedding. And I thought my eldest cousin’s wedding was weird.
So this is starting now, huh?
Under Pressure by David Bowie & Queen
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How to throw a PROPER Pity Party
I don’t advocate pity parties, but if one HAS to happen…
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