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I just wanna get rich. And overdose. **** the world. Im on my own. I wanna say **** love And move on. I save money. Dont need condoms. Cos i want **** anyone. It started with trust values. Then trust issues. Am i alone i think i am. People get mad at the sound. I am not giving up. Love is love. But the earth population can move on. Even if im gay and not a ****** monstrocity of a person. I was not first born. So i reap the problems. I was not first born. So i reap the curses. Ginger hair. Bad teeth. And so **** ugly. I am no way. Gonna get married before 30. Unless i buy a male order bride. A husband if that. Is that real. If so. Where do i buy. I just wanna get rich. And overdose. **** the world. Im on my own. I wanna say **** love And move on. I save money. Dont need condoms. Cos i want **** anyone. **** the world **** love If there is a god above. Help us. To move on. If there is a son of god. How can you let us live on. Son of god in the clouds. Stop the poor and give them a hand out. We all not one. But the same. Individual. (C)2018
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Alone
I just wanna get rich. And overdose. **** the world. Im on my own. I wanna say **** love And move on. I save money. Dont need condoms. Cos i want **** anyone. It started with trust values. Then trust issues. Am i alone i think i am. People get mad at the sound. I am not giving up. Love is love. But the earth population can move on. Even if im gay and not a ****** monstrocity of a person. I was not first born. So i reap the problems. I was not first born. So i reap the curses. Ginger hair. Bad teeth. And so **** ugly. I am no way. Gonna get married before 30. Unless i buy a male order bride. A husband if that. Is that real. If so. Where do i buy. I just wanna get rich. And overdose. **** the world. Im on my own. I wanna say **** love And move on. I save money. Dont need condoms. Cos i want **** anyone. **** the world **** love If there is a god above. Help us. To move on. If there is a son of god. How can you let us live on. Son of god in the clouds. Stop the poor and give them a hand out. We all not one. But the same. Individual. (C)2018
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
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