I have a dream
I hope it will come true
That you're here with me
And I am here with you
I wish that the earth, sea
And sky up above-a
Will send me somebody
To lava
Okay but really the reason I'm writing this is because while waiting for the bus to Chinatown, my fingers got itchy and I decided to dig through the side pockets of my bag and -holy crap it's sick in there. I found burger wrappers from God knows when, yep sauce and all, granola wrappers, all kinds of tissue, and a half eaten packet of Daim chocolates. My bag is a cemetery of RUBBISH.
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