5 more hours till the prom.
I feel butterflies in my stomach making war.
Please, please, please do not ask me to dance.
I feel butterflies in my stomach making war.
Please, please, please do not ask me to dance.
|| I think that I am being excluded from society. I wish I belonged, but as I don't, I'm going to follow my own rules.
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