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The prudence of the acts despise your inner motives Cranks the rusty handles of your inner steep core throttles that bespoke all the omnibuses of hope ends with a single shyness stroke ending the tempest closing all the doors burning the bridges of unthankful and unhappy total erasure of persona granting peace at last and I should have known And be laid back careful Whom I trusted last ******* cement cast
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
Trust issues.
The prudence of the acts despise your inner motives Cranks the rusty handles of your inner steep core throttles that bespoke all the omnibuses of hope ends with a single shyness stroke ending the tempest closing all the doors burning the bridges of unthankful and unhappy total erasure of persona granting peace at last and I should have known And be laid back careful Whom I trusted last ******* cement cast
Jcjuatco
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
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