
Little Miss Sunshine !
Sometimes I miss my long hair, hell, yeah - I do. I miss the summer of 2008, I miss the ridiculous stuff I used to do... I still don't know where I belong. Your mix may have saved my life again. Not nine lives but a package with a postmark, there are chapped lips and there I am in the mirror. I can't do much, but this, this is all I can do. Watch me drive too fast, find use for myself. I am clean. I am saved. I am happy. But you don't even know.


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