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I am a mystery A complete and udder mess that takes time away from getting "perfect" I am pure of heart if I can find it I am the dead of night that makes you appreciate the daylight I am fright I strike fear into the people who think normal is a good thing And if one day lighting decides to strike me I am the art that it leaves in the grass I am a match that will never burn out And some may say That I'm​ crazy
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
I am not sane
I am a mystery A complete and udder mess that takes time away from getting "perfect" I am pure of heart if I can find it I am the dead of night that makes you appreciate the daylight I am fright I strike fear into the people who think normal is a good thing And if one day lighting decides to strike me I am the art that it leaves in the grass I am a match that will never burn out And some may say That I'm​ crazy
taken from my website withourminds.weebly.com
Riot-Worsley
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
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