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This sure feels like rock bottom About all the sorrow and misery you could fit into a ******* person without having their god **** skulls implode from sheer insignificance. I dont matter. Draining out blood for more space, more space for artificial sweeteners. The further I get, from myself , the better off I'll be.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
Artificial sweeteners
This sure feels like rock bottom About all the sorrow and misery you could fit into a ******* person without having their god **** skulls implode from sheer insignificance. I dont matter. Draining out blood for more space, more space for artificial sweeteners. The further I get, from myself , the better off I'll be.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
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