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The night is young Not even 10 Or maybe it's late Worries wrap my body Like a burrito Stuffed Overly stuffed Terrified my worries are going to Spill out Some say... My middle name is warrior woman! I say "Worrier woman" I joke. Money is always the key Money this Money that Why can't we give each other compliments as a form of payment Or not I don't care I do... Helping hands fall short The worried faces drown my mind Biting lip Picking skin Biting nails I wasn't made for this life But I have to live it. Keep your head up Tupac I wish I hope I cry I pray So hard I pray Please be there. He is Ramble on Led Zeppelin They're there too Goodnight It's 10
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Ramblings of a 21 year old
The night is young Not even 10 Or maybe it's late Worries wrap my body Like a burrito Stuffed Overly stuffed Terrified my worries are going to Spill out Some say... My middle name is warrior woman! I say "Worrier woman" I joke. Money is always the key Money this Money that Why can't we give each other compliments as a form of payment Or not I don't care I do... Helping hands fall short The worried faces drown my mind Biting lip Picking skin Biting nails I wasn't made for this life But I have to live it. Keep your head up Tupac I wish I hope I cry I pray So hard I pray Please be there. He is Ramble on Led Zeppelin They're there too Goodnight It's 10
Ramblings. Sorry
aurora
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
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