The Backrooms
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Thread Topic: The Backrooms
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Hey there footgirl, let me see them feet
I'mma show you how I treat them feets in the sheets
I got the best rizz, no one else can compete
You got the best toes, make me [redacted] on my [redacted]
Looking at those heels, no one can compare
Holla at me, girl, and I'll be right there
We could be the best, it ain't up in the air
Sharkboy and footgirl, the fairest of fair
Girl let me see them feet
Makes me [redacted] up on my [redacted]
I am a freak up in the sheets
Yeah, so girl let me see them feets
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dancing to songs about excessive drinking as if i'm not straight edge
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me: *has never touched a drop of alcohol in my life*
me when Millionaires is bumpin: -
I can't stop watching that gif
Look at them go
Funky dance -
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autism go brrrrrr
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I feel like I make more social mistakes than anyone I know and it never gets better
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Oh there was a silly emoji at the end but it didn't load RIP in pieces
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It's 4 a.m. Sleepless, I resign myself to the living room sofa. I am restless, but find peace at least as I turn to my side and take in the sights of what I call my home. I lift my tired eyes to see lines of light peeking from between my window blinds. The rays of light arrange themselves in stripes on the wall. It reminds me.
Ten years ago, another wall, another time. Ground shakes as a car thunders past. I reach my hand out into the dark and admire how the beams of light curve around its shape.
Sometimes I look out the window in awe. The streetlights draw me like a junebug. I long to free myself from the chains of this bed, from the sour stench of this room.
Ten years later. I'm free. I'm safe. And yet, I reach my hand out the same way, observing the familiar lines making waves on my skin.
Nothing more to say
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