Yo lloro por Narciso, pero nunca me di cuenta de que Narciso fuera bello. Lloro por Narciso porque cada vez que él se recostaba sobre mi orilla yo podía ver, en el fondo de sus ojos, mi propia belleza reflejada.

That everybody’s sneeze sounds different.

I was like I was in science class: I was curious.

Money in the car did not get me far
I had to lo Jack the bar
And sleep it off in the car
Next to a dead cat named Tom
Who tore up the life I once new
With his let me show you my foot.
What no hey man I don't want to see that

Written By Mwire959

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