Hold my hoops
Eres estúpido, pelea conmigo
No me gustas, pelea conmigo
Pelea Conmigo
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YOU ARE READING
When You Read it, You'll know me
PoetryJust words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.
