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It's a difficult feat to carve deep into a soul that's made of stone. No matter which way what direction you take the tools aren't there to break it. For in this world filled with sponge and soft mousse minds I used only the meagre butter knife But the knives I used to carve my own Hacked through with gritted teeth early, near the break of dawn Weren't strong enough to carve yours no matter how hard, how determined I was to try.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Hard luck, I had the drugs.
It's a difficult feat to carve deep into a soul that's made of stone. No matter which way what direction you take the tools aren't there to break it. For in this world filled with sponge and soft mousse minds I used only the meagre butter knife But the knives I used to carve my own Hacked through with gritted teeth early, near the break of dawn Weren't strong enough to carve yours no matter how hard, how determined I was to try.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
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