steve-boldinWhisper

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Blood and CocainThe lines and the cuts and filling my sight, / Will I ever come back from this terrible night? / I see oppertunity on the horizon like a midnight flame,
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Sep 1, 2010
Chase Me."I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something." / That's what the birthday boy proclaimed. / He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
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Oct 7, 2010
Fuck Off.Gather round, / I'd like to make a toast, / To the girls that ran away when I needed them the most,
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Oct 28, 2010
Rough LoveWe enter the room, / the flower wall paper makes me feel funny, / But I ignore the feeling.
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Sep 2, 2010
This Is Where It EndsI'll sit here with my beer, / And my last cigarette. / My pride and and bitter memories,
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Sep 28, 2010
Untitled"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something." / That's what the birthday boy proclaimed. / He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
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Oct 7, 2010
Untitled"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something." / That's what the birthday boy proclaimed. / He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
24
Oct 7, 2010
Untitled"I'm like 20 years old and I'm finally starting to grow something." / That's what the birthday boy proclaimed. / He had many different, catch phrases, if you will.
24
Oct 7, 2010
Who Is He?Red headed fucker, / Skin white and fluffy. / Marshmallow.
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Sep 16, 2010
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