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Sometimes, I want to be beaten in a sleeping bag feel the bruises full of pulp bloat then drag I can see this dark figure sometimes full of blues and its pretty bad Found it in between my eyes one night gloating but not glad I find too often Im cross when I've gone too far and said it all I wanted to say that there was some sort of filter but no sooner would I wilt than share every secret though more so spill Did you know that coffee grounds are good for plants and land fills? Sometimes I want to believe in God Some religion Instead of relying on this figment of my imagination where I am always responsible: both the Window and the Sill.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
Schizophrenic.
Sometimes, I want to be beaten in a sleeping bag feel the bruises full of pulp bloat then drag I can see this dark figure sometimes full of blues and its pretty bad Found it in between my eyes one night gloating but not glad I find too often Im cross when I've gone too far and said it all I wanted to say that there was some sort of filter but no sooner would I wilt than share every secret though more so spill Did you know that coffee grounds are good for plants and land fills? Sometimes I want to believe in God Some religion Instead of relying on this figment of my imagination where I am always responsible: both the Window and the Sill.
thibaut-v
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
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