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Cast it aside I… Can the world be so… Is anything actually… Where does it go? Promises they kept Lifted from the well. Hurt me just a little longer… And I will never tell. Basically, the chains they… Craftiness all ensnared… Turned round to face the… Was it ever there? Sever my motives What does it matter? Emptiness concepts… Meaning’s in tatters. Legs wrapped tight on… Hardly notice the… Singes the backside… Looks so good, huh? Push me to action. Call me a fake. Hurt me with venom. Lies from the snake. Nobody knows that… So much of knowing it… Is there a knowing such… Yet, how we commit. The pain sets it free now. The blisters remind us. Sifts through unknowing… Blood, guts, and **** Will it ever be, I… Where is the voice of… Searching for aching… And finding love.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
Turmoil
Cast it aside I… Can the world be so… Is anything actually… Where does it go? Promises they kept Lifted from the well. Hurt me just a little longer… And I will never tell. Basically, the chains they… Craftiness all ensnared… Turned round to face the… Was it ever there? Sever my motives What does it matter? Emptiness concepts… Meaning’s in tatters. Legs wrapped tight on… Hardly notice the… Singes the backside… Looks so good, huh? Push me to action. Call me a fake. Hurt me with venom. Lies from the snake. Nobody knows that… So much of knowing it… Is there a knowing such… Yet, how we commit. The pain sets it free now. The blisters remind us. Sifts through unknowing… Blood, guts, and **** Will it ever be, I… Where is the voice of… Searching for aching… And finding love.
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28/M/Tennessee
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
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