He's got pictures on the wall of all the girls he's loved before, and she knows all his favourite songs...
Lyrics, melodies, new tunes, new beats, creation. I have spent today writing songs. I have very little to say, my precious peacocks, so I will drift off to the television now. Goodnight, sleep sweet.
True love,
~Me.
Chicken or tofu?
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