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We think we matter as if we can climb the latter and that we can gather more than a splatter of value but imma tall you we march the earth thinking we are such a hottie but we are just sloppy carbon copies inferior souls in these tiny sloppy bodies and we could not be any less original just strands of digital recycled coding whether its sunny, rainy, or snowing we just keep blowing our own horns.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
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We think we matter as if we can climb the latter and that we can gather more than a splatter of value but imma tall you we march the earth thinking we are such a hottie but we are just sloppy carbon copies inferior souls in these tiny sloppy bodies and we could not be any less original just strands of digital recycled coding whether its sunny, rainy, or snowing we just keep blowing our own horns.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
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