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im the one who adjust myelf in a way that leaves little to the imagination embracing every depression with heart and will manners of ther heart or manners of the head choose with caution even if its something to dread how tall was i before i became old? before the brittle earth took a hold of my eyes? i was six-foot-nine on the day of my third birthday put upon a pedestle in front of my world not quite human yet not a care in my heart no tastes of my own medicine too naive, but still very alive
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
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im the one who adjust myelf in a way that leaves little to the imagination embracing every depression with heart and will manners of ther heart or manners of the head choose with caution even if its something to dread how tall was i before i became old? before the brittle earth took a hold of my eyes? i was six-foot-nine on the day of my third birthday put upon a pedestle in front of my world not quite human yet not a care in my heart no tastes of my own medicine too naive, but still very alive
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