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Tired of these predispositions affecting my condition. Surely people peek out of their fancy yacht and know when to stop. Give it all you got, until the genuine trials and triumphs come to a rampant end. Biting tongues, curious on if one might be up for a run we call life. Second strokes, carefully making sure there's no bruising. Droopy eyes, suddenly discoloring the atmosphere. It wasn't really much of a loss, nothing really is when you expect everything to toss. Got a knife in one hand, your heart in the other. Slam one and one together. I'm tired of this endeavor.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
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Tired of these predispositions affecting my condition. Surely people peek out of their fancy yacht and know when to stop. Give it all you got, until the genuine trials and triumphs come to a rampant end. Biting tongues, curious on if one might be up for a run we call life. Second strokes, carefully making sure there's no bruising. Droopy eyes, suddenly discoloring the atmosphere. It wasn't really much of a loss, nothing really is when you expect everything to toss. Got a knife in one hand, your heart in the other. Slam one and one together. I'm tired of this endeavor.
kenna-marie
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
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