Instead of finishing my psych paper I wrote a letter.
It’s for bestie in the military. It made me think of
simple times….shit we’re all growing up. I don’t
wanna grow up.
I fuckin refuse!
Skinny jeans, but ya girl still hood I bet they thought they'd never see a Big gone good
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