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Crashing. Burning. Fast. Too fast. No stop. No control. Its a disaster A huge mess That I can't clean Because I don't know how. Its a snowball Rolling down a hill crashing into trees along the way But I get through. Somehow I get through.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
My Life
Crashing. Burning. Fast. Too fast. No stop. No control. Its a disaster A huge mess That I can't clean Because I don't know how. Its a snowball Rolling down a hill crashing into trees along the way But I get through. Somehow I get through.
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14/F/New York
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
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