My chest is burning from this sensation, saying, "Sherry, choose now."
And gosh darnit. I chose wrong, just to find out I was a tool of company.
Just to listen to your bragging, and laughter, and abrupt "Cya!"
Shoulda listened to my sign.
From now on, I gotta start listening to my luck.
It's all good it's all good.
Just keep it coming, please.
Keep more coming, spit it out in huge amounts.
Making it all the easier for me.
I got this, I got this. I'm winning this playing field, jumping right up from your stabs.
I. Got. This. =)
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