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Tis bad enough being trapped in thy own head If even trapped physically in thine own carrion luggage body.. Though she's trapped in her own soul .... The worst feeling, So God Gaveth me a key to set her free.   But she keep's pushing away mine hand's to unlock her.... Though tis, I wilst continue to tryeth to reach mine hand to her lock...... And if she keeps pushing mine hand away, Guess I'll just have to be a criminal And pick the lock....
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Picking the lock
Tis bad enough being trapped in thy own head If even trapped physically in thine own carrion luggage body.. Though she's trapped in her own soul .... The worst feeling, So God Gaveth me a key to set her free.   But she keep's pushing away mine hand's to unlock her.... Though tis, I wilst continue to tryeth to reach mine hand to her lock...... And if she keeps pushing mine hand away, Guess I'll just have to be a criminal And pick the lock....
brandon-nagley
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
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