Thursday, 31 March 2011



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Dear toilet paper
You always run out when I need you the most.
You are soft against my cheeks.
Your sheets is the softest against my skin.
You don’t mind being used and your always back for more.
I can count on you to wipe my tears away.
And feel my bra when I need support.
I can’t imagine being without you in my life.
And when you’re gone, you can always be replaced.
You are there when I’m sick to wipe my nose.
You do a better job at cleaning myself then I do.
My dearest friend TOILET PAPER