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best if i say right off this is gonna be ***** so if you believe in god or are under 30 or can't ride the rides in Disneyland disembark **** I forgot what I had  in me dream, **** I stomp and jump up again and say **** It!!!! Fucken all this crap! I am so tired of chasing visions, so tired of  lying women so tired of every buzz. God ******* **** **** me! **** with a capital F I forgot to add the emphasis. So full of ****** rhymes so full of bad times. I just need to calm down, okay. i am ok. So, where was I, geez, a full load wheelbarrow falling **** into my lap. I make it day to night, and sleep alone again. What have I to look forward to tomorrow. A hard day labor and a lonely night. A fist full of dollars I **** away might as well just  take a crap on this whole world wipe my *** with a hundred dollar bill, then roll it up and snoot a big *** of candy again up my nose. I know you are tired of my whining. Look, I got a Major, a doctorate even, in wallowing. I will never be okay  as long as I camoflauge my feelings. So, i am spilling them all out now, puking my guts up on your eyes in lil a big Z
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
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best if i say right off this is gonna be ***** so if you believe in god or are under 30 or can't ride the rides in Disneyland disembark **** I forgot what I had  in me dream, **** I stomp and jump up again and say **** It!!!! Fucken all this crap! I am so tired of chasing visions, so tired of  lying women so tired of every buzz. God ******* **** **** me! **** with a capital F I forgot to add the emphasis. So full of ****** rhymes so full of bad times. I just need to calm down, okay. i am ok. So, where was I, geez, a full load wheelbarrow falling **** into my lap. I make it day to night, and sleep alone again. What have I to look forward to tomorrow. A hard day labor and a lonely night. A fist full of dollars I **** away might as well just  take a crap on this whole world wipe my *** with a hundred dollar bill, then roll it up and snoot a big *** of candy again up my nose. I know you are tired of my whining. Look, I got a Major, a doctorate even, in wallowing. I will never be okay  as long as I camoflauge my feelings. So, i am spilling them all out now, puking my guts up on your eyes in lil a big Z
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
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