yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


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ice skating, you taste like hershey bars, we went behind the trees and i pulled at the strings on your hood. the ice felt cold through layers of acrylics and wool. your skate got caught on mine and our faces were red. i was worried about getting caught. the winters in wells. the long walk to the frozen pond, they crossed my mind. my snow pants had a rip and the stuffing was coming out. you had your hand on my knee. i could hear blades scraping away on the other side of the trees. i scrambled to get up but i couldnt and my sisters oohs were unappreciated. after you left me, i started seeing headless people at stoplights.
d-land