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Scruffy


Unwashed unfair
Unclean, your hair
Its how I woke up this morning and do you love me this way?

I looked I hoped
I stopped I’ve grown
And I see every thing
Everything
And now

Blue eyes, blonde hair
My eyes fill with tears
She said


Ya um just what it says, no clue why it lapsed in to Nirvanna? "She said"???... ok you can just call me Kurdt now.