I've grown to accept my tongue ulcer. I'm calling it names, clothing it and bathing in bath milks and salts.
Ha. I wish.
Dear Ulcer [or Moby,
Fuck Off
Yours Sincerely,
Rebecca
If it read this and gets offended. I'm sorry ok? I don't think you even know what
it's like to have an ulcer, ulcer?
Ha. Oo pulled that card on you, didn't I?
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LOL WOMAN. YOU'RE SO STRANGE.
ReplyDeleteand i feel kind of creepy . . . im the only one who ever cmnts . . . ;_;
bahahaah you're funny
ReplyDeletenice.
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