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No song from future, *** wayne Can describe this feelin' and or pain From the beginning till the end **** got stained. Like a scar it won't go away Stayin' up all night like it's nothin' Maybe I try to show off that im bluffin'. Or exaggerate the fact I'm hurtin' On the corner wet as hell but lowkey dryin' Messed up, mad man, tarzan Confused like tape on a rubberband Can't sleep without thinking of back then When I hugged, kissed dreamed about you or just holding your hand. Pillow cases they show all the real faces The ones when you can't sleep during different phases. Of the night, and in the morning you can tell all the traces. From all those signs down there it amazes. Probably don't won't or ever just care But this was not intended for you to be a dare. And I am stuck looking for an exit that is not ever there. Yet my feels still strong **** I hope you still care. Probably act tough to be buff But inside I am hollow like a cracked up oeuf And the real me Aint what you see but from the stuff The lil dam stuff from the times I was still happy and with a bust. Probably this won't make sense. For you because I may delete this soon. But if there were a word to describe everything I there is right now.. I'd say immense.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC
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No song from future, *** wayne Can describe this feelin' and or pain From the beginning till the end **** got stained. Like a scar it won't go away Stayin' up all night like it's nothin' Maybe I try to show off that im bluffin'. Or exaggerate the fact I'm hurtin' On the corner wet as hell but lowkey dryin' Messed up, mad man, tarzan Confused like tape on a rubberband Can't sleep without thinking of back then When I hugged, kissed dreamed about you or just holding your hand. Pillow cases they show all the real faces The ones when you can't sleep during different phases. Of the night, and in the morning you can tell all the traces. From all those signs down there it amazes. Probably don't won't or ever just care But this was not intended for you to be a dare. And I am stuck looking for an exit that is not ever there. Yet my feels still strong **** I hope you still care. Probably act tough to be buff But inside I am hollow like a cracked up oeuf And the real me Aint what you see but from the stuff The lil dam stuff from the times I was still happy and with a bust. Probably this won't make sense. For you because I may delete this soon. But if there were a word to describe everything I there is right now.. I'd say immense.
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Mar 25, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC
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