so i remember when i fell out of my wheelchair
in to my hot carrier and how you pick with two arm
swept away by your intelligence , grace and charm
i dont know how you my walls , disarm
my personality and crawl into like a mysterium
i like how you stood there in my room
mixing my tabs like the baddest bartender
how you split my medication
the coolest vacation
reee able to leave my life in your hands
and everybody can tell we ar<e ... friends
i like to be labelled that
because thats my happy end
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