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Collection, Fancy
0 reviewsI was tweleve you thirteen. We stopped the hate over a common mood. Loneliness
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"Collection of Fancy"
Toys were
broken,
destroyed,
crushed,
damaged,
Destructed!
For that
We had an
Unspoken
Term of agreement
I don't talk to you
You don't talk to me
But thankfully,
After years of
longing
Because kids only wanna play you know
Because of her truancy,
Her hooky,
Her absence
We decided to do
What all kids should
We put aside
The death of a toy
And we played,
Hung out,
Chilled,
Together
Now,
I thank her absence
Because without her
There would have been
No window
To you
And without you
I would have gone
Two paces forward
But about two hundred
Backwards
Toys were
broken,
destroyed,
crushed,
damaged,
Destructed!
For that
We had an
Unspoken
Term of agreement
I don't talk to you
You don't talk to me
But thankfully,
After years of
longing
Because kids only wanna play you know
Because of her truancy,
Her hooky,
Her absence
We decided to do
What all kids should
We put aside
The death of a toy
And we played,
Hung out,
Chilled,
Together
Now,
I thank her absence
Because without her
There would have been
No window
To you
And without you
I would have gone
Two paces forward
But about two hundred
Backwards
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