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*The impurity of my soul is what attracts the dredges  of the earth to me The false,  the pretentious, the idle, the egotistical They all hide behind a slight swagger and yet a frown of insecurity They creep in with their words and disappear leaving behind the sediment of their pungent contamination But why me? Am i only the company I keep? Am I more than this delicate mystique? Or do I hide behind the name sake  of succubus and lover in fear of what's underneath I dare say ........it may be to late for me*
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
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*The impurity of my soul is what attracts the dredges  of the earth to me The false,  the pretentious, the idle, the egotistical They all hide behind a slight swagger and yet a frown of insecurity They creep in with their words and disappear leaving behind the sediment of their pungent contamination But why me? Am i only the company I keep? Am I more than this delicate mystique? Or do I hide behind the name sake  of succubus and lover in fear of what's underneath I dare say ........it may be to late for me*
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
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