9:46 pm, in a jeep, the wind combs through my hair. Panic at the disco is blasting... the train lights flashing. That ice cream was pretty good.
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Introverted Thoughts for Introverted Readers
RandomA collection of quick and empty thoughts displaying what in the world goes on in my small and introverted mind.
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9:46 pm, in a jeep, the wind combs through my hair. Panic at the disco is blasting... the train lights flashing. That ice cream was pretty good.
