Trip
All the ride on the way down is so thrilling. It’s oh-so fucking fun. The trip catches the corner of your eye, stuns you, mesmerizes you, hipnotizes you. You’re his bitch now and it’s just great. The ride is delightful. Your friends are charming. And the chicks, you can’t beleive them
All the ride on the way down is thrilling. You can’t see the wall, but it’s there. Granted, it’s there and it hurts. When and where is the fun of the game.
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