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I have perfect ideas   lol, wrong shoe to fit. My concepts are solid as drywall bricks. Yes, please bring us down   What can you show?   Misplaced trust.   Bread crumbs,   rust. I have desire this life came quick   and you're the work no one missed   always were, But not be. I fought my battles   Fighting you mean My point stands   On foundations of lies   I keep you from an Icarus demise.   Grounded is good. Whats wrong with the sky?   Don't look too hard   you know that's for those   born   with a god in sight That was a choice.   Cue, consequence. **** conscience.   No. Confidence.
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
A Perfectionist's Sin.
I have perfect ideas   lol, wrong shoe to fit. My concepts are solid as drywall bricks. Yes, please bring us down   What can you show?   Misplaced trust.   Bread crumbs,   rust. I have desire this life came quick   and you're the work no one missed   always were, But not be. I fought my battles   Fighting you mean My point stands   On foundations of lies   I keep you from an Icarus demise.   Grounded is good. Whats wrong with the sky?   Don't look too hard   you know that's for those   born   with a god in sight That was a choice.   Cue, consequence. **** conscience.   No. Confidence.
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
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