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Always For The People**Sometimes when I'm in public settings I swear I can hear people screaming as loud as a sonic boom for me to ask about things they have hidden so deep beneath their skin their skeletons have run out of closets to hide in. / Except those people are empty. Sure they want you to know them, however they have no sincere intentions on ever getting to know you. So I walk past without so much as offering even a nod, but they scream louder and I'm forced to back track, and slowly I slip my skeleton key perfectly in. **
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Jul 17, 2013
And they all look just the same...*This box is getting awfully snug for somebody as fuckin' high as me, watch my face turn with glee, everyone follow me, the super-drug mean mug anti social **** the butterfly I'll always be the queen bee... / Same four walls with a lock around my neck, so tight with it's regret, hidden keys somewhere as far as parsec- / Shame pours out of the halls, stalked foreground against the main stream intellect, **** dialect no need to look back and reflect-
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Nov 18, 2012
Artistic BulimiaAs a child I would eat crayons and then purge oceans onto paper.
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Jul 2, 2013
Bottom is to Top as Top is to BottomThe first time our lips met my stomach immediately went into effect / Infectious, serious, god you made me feel delicious and delirious / It was the missing muchness it both touched us, I haven't wanted to run out of too much of us
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Jun 29, 2013
B.W*Mercy is when the universe doesn't kick my *** for kicking it's *** first*
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Dec 26, 2012
Dysfunctional DietingI eat and purge my relationships like a pro bulimic. I have a unique gift of attracting the most broken of individuals, truly an extremist. / Crazy, violent, addicted, on the run, think they are moon babies banished to live on the sun, AND always saying, “Hey baby you’re my number one". AND even though I know better than to ride on the coattails of crazy, I convince myself I’m actually a someone to anyone. Like I give a **** So then what’s the fuckin' hang up?
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Jun 29, 2013
Hair through the needle**I put my guts to my glory so that everyone around me has a safety net thrifted into their detailed story / Where does that leave the seamstress at the end of the day, while sewing up tattered ***** wave and watch that memory fade to yesterday / The vice is the voice inside each borrowed choice, the dice thrown down, it's snake eyes now doing all the suffocating in my glass windowed town
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Mar 28, 2013
Hittin' the bottle** / This message in the bottle is my sleek way of stuffin' that good ole old crow full throttle, and it's lingering swagger back into my obvious nothin'. Now I'll never be a pre-teen model. / My grip to the bottle is furious followed by a sincere pen to the paper, new headlines feature my naughty by nature, marked **** quiet styled lyricist, kickin' back with words of a dark sided linguist. I'd insist just blowing smoke up that *** but I'm dead fuckin' serious. I need to be reassured that the message in the bottle does IN FACT exist.**
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May 30, 2013
I did**I dyed to dream the colors that deemed**
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Oct 10, 2013
It must be trueAnything he calls me it must be true, Opinions are like ******** but I must be too / Nothing is everything and everything is wrapped up tight, right and everything is counterbalanced with unintentional natural born spite / This fog filled phantoms box I'm stowed away in
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Mar 9, 2013
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