My Own Me
Dude, to be honest I’m a weirdo when I’m alone
I swear way too fucking much with no clue why,
I love my horse like a crazy first grader,
And throw around sarcasm like its halloween.
I have yet to figure out why only half my hair is curly
Or why I say dude before every sentence
But I do know one thing
I’m sure as hell one of a kind
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