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Sad abrasions, that is how you wish to end it? If you can't carry that with you, that unholy insecurity, without tossing it at others, others just like you, how can you be expected to be admired? That way, though seemingly popular amongst outlaws who have popularity, is still a ne'er-do-well way. You're lighting your own pants on fire. Ballsy as it may be, singed ***** is all I see.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
Burn Your Britches
Sad abrasions, that is how you wish to end it? If you can't carry that with you, that unholy insecurity, without tossing it at others, others just like you, how can you be expected to be admired? That way, though seemingly popular amongst outlaws who have popularity, is still a ne'er-do-well way. You're lighting your own pants on fire. Ballsy as it may be, singed ***** is all I see.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
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