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I just keep telling Me. "Its only getting better" -"3x"- when its not. Every day i tell myself.........i will finnaly find my soul. Such a lonly ****** up place, where the women carry mase.. Deep inside this box somewhere, i finnaly found my soul. I dust it off, an use it up, what ealse must i do. With a lonely ****** up soul like you, its the only thing to do. Maybe wright these ****** up words i say. Become something more one day? Ha what a joke i say, with a lonely soul he may, Never be nothing more they say. just a ****** that will pay, what ever comes his way. just another ****** up day.. why cant it go away? Because i stuck to my soul, guns an all i roll. Blacked out, hear me laugh out. "Im just another fool." I can Not pay myself, much less me or you. If i could, i would. beat myself away from you. just to save you two, from the struggle that i go threw just another fail. What more can i give an take, when i have nothing more to make? Such an angry soul i tired to give it way Take it back or let me pay. just to give it way.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
Dark soul.
I just keep telling Me. "Its only getting better" -"3x"- when its not. Every day i tell myself.........i will finnaly find my soul. Such a lonly ****** up place, where the women carry mase.. Deep inside this box somewhere, i finnaly found my soul. I dust it off, an use it up, what ealse must i do. With a lonely ****** up soul like you, its the only thing to do. Maybe wright these ****** up words i say. Become something more one day? Ha what a joke i say, with a lonely soul he may, Never be nothing more they say. just a ****** that will pay, what ever comes his way. just another ****** up day.. why cant it go away? Because i stuck to my soul, guns an all i roll. Blacked out, hear me laugh out. "Im just another fool." I can Not pay myself, much less me or you. If i could, i would. beat myself away from you. just to save you two, from the struggle that i go threw just another fail. What more can i give an take, when i have nothing more to make? Such an angry soul i tired to give it way Take it back or let me pay. just to give it way.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
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