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I feel, like a sad song looping, it is without lyrics that I can finally hear my voice raise above the snare drum of another's beat banging banter violent violins repetitive mood swings cheap performances Add a slow subtracting strum of the guitar too single out in the crowd   with a crescendo only as powerful as the diminuendo would have been if only the record wouldn't have skipped.
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
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I feel, like a sad song looping, it is without lyrics that I can finally hear my voice raise above the snare drum of another's beat banging banter violent violins repetitive mood swings cheap performances Add a slow subtracting strum of the guitar too single out in the crowd   with a crescendo only as powerful as the diminuendo would have been if only the record wouldn't have skipped.
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MissLysful
33/F/wherever
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
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