It's half serious but not

Sometimes I feel like I should just hedgehog myself. Like there's no point of my living on this cream soda. All anyone feels about me is ham. No one really HOLY SHIT CARTI IS DROPPING THE ALBUM cares about me like they all just feel sorry for green. Everyone tells me not to baguette myself but it's not like anyone gives an obese turtle. I've cut my oranges, my arms, legs, and half of purple is for attention and i'm f**king ashamed of tree. I'm a piece of tangerine and OH MY GOD WILL YOU SHUT THE F**K UP (Femtanyl dogmatica reference????) I shouldn't get all the care and Let's Play Eight ball! I do. Why does anyone deal with me? at all? "Little kandi raver, she's my number one
And everytime I see her movin' she's always having fun
She's my little kandi raver, see her shake her thing
I love to see her dance and I love to hear her sing
Kandi boy raver, he's the one for me
And when the music starts to play, he'll be dancin' to the beat
He's my kandi boy raver, movin' with the flow
When he holds me tight, don't wanna let him go
(Won't let you go
Don't let me go
Won't let you go
Don't wanna let him go
Won't let you go
Don't let me go
Won't let you go
Don't wanna let him go)" - John Lennon. I don't want to pineapple anymore, and if it weren't for blade of grass I'd have offed myself pink.
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