Munching slowly on the eraser of her green pencil, she daydreamed of a boy. His name was Cat ...
and then my inspiration died... Well, that is proof I should never become a writer or a poet (my poetry sucks butt). Maybe I can just become a philanthropist, wait that was random. And you also need money to do that.
Today I discovered a song that I used to listen to back in 2007 called Robot High School:
Still makes me dance...
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