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Wandering wanderers wondering which way is west? read this song and a hot girl will text you tomorrow, if not your cat will die probably. leave a comment
When she is spinning
Nothing is ever finishing
Yet she sits next to me where she resides
She is listening to lullabies
When she gets anxious
She is not conscious
But she much wants this to be the last time
I gently sit beside her and I find touch
Is she real?
Is she real?
I would like to know where someday she might go
I ask her convincingly but she won't come home
She is slowely leaving and it's my secret
But when she is gone how will I keep it oh, no
Is she real?
Is she real?
