I hold nothing sacred
Seeing is believing
Ignorance is my bliss
Morals are but a compass
Once they hit the floor
They may never be true again
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
I hold nothing sacred
Seeing is believing
Ignorance is my bliss
Morals are but a compass
Once they hit the floor
They may never be true again
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