The sun comes up and i go to bed
What am i waiting for?
No - who am i waiting for?
I cry and i cry and i cry.
No - it's not true.
I wish and i wish and i wish i could cry.
You must miss me terribly. Look closer, not harder.
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getting high and laying low in new york city: join StonedGrrrl as she achieves superhero status one inhalation at a time. FYI: No networking, please. This isn't that kind of blog.
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