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It's like I'm picking up glass off a road, Trying to make a window. It's like it skidded after it snowed, Pieces scattered like the mind of a ****** Head out in space, Fragmented pieces turn into liquid, Mind gone without a trace, Swirling swirling skid skid skid. That poor sweet kid, Silly man look what he did.
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
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It's like I'm picking up glass off a road, Trying to make a window. It's like it skidded after it snowed, Pieces scattered like the mind of a ****** Head out in space, Fragmented pieces turn into liquid, Mind gone without a trace, Swirling swirling skid skid skid. That poor sweet kid, Silly man look what he did.
KarlWarren
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
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