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Aug 2016
What is the purpose of your promises, your honesty's, your Modesty's, the commodities your tryna be but lackin see?
I cannot go on tryna paint this picture colorful when all you ever wanna do is wipe the colors clear from view.
My pain is painless when I see you stand in front of me a know it all ****** wannabe with nothing good to share for free.
This time is over now you've had your chance but just relapsed to someone that your tryna be your tryna push your limits now.
We cannot help you with the ******* lies you tryna pull you lost the best of help you could have gotten now your such a fool.
The punk you've turned into is not the comical amuse that I've been trying to pull through to, you've made your actions speak the truth, I'm glad to see the real **** you.
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