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A ceiling made of glass, why can't they let me be, feast upon someone else's bones, I do what they wished they could, Their envy only frees me. I act on natural instincts, they are caged among gentlemen Who are bigger freaks than I ever will be they hide it well. At least I am obvious
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
Get a clue like mine
A ceiling made of glass, why can't they let me be, feast upon someone else's bones, I do what they wished they could, Their envy only frees me. I act on natural instincts, they are caged among gentlemen Who are bigger freaks than I ever will be they hide it well. At least I am obvious
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29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
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