What more can I say?
We are the three amigos, waiting for our grand escape, from a group home, incapable, of making our birthday cakes. We've decided independently to depart our ways, each with a vision of independence, purple haze.
Oddly, we landed, in the same airspace, it's time to depart, each finding our own way. The environmental air is toxic, and the attitude is poor, we prefer, smiles, and activities galore.
Of course, I enjoy smoking, my Marlboros each and every day, I can't get enough of my Starbucks, and I've found a way. One of the amigos is being stalked, by someone here, she can't remember her name, but he is her dear.
And our third amigo, is an inspirational delight, she has the best humor, she really does take flight. We are counting our days, till we move on, to inspirational environments, that allow us to sing our own songs.
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