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No words fall out no drip in the pan no muse on my mind no reason, or plan Lacking the link missing the key frustration that kills no matter the plea Guilty to stand at the barristers call facing my crimes yes one, and yes all
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Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
1000 yrs, no parole
No words fall out no drip in the pan no muse on my mind no reason, or plan Lacking the link missing the key frustration that kills no matter the plea Guilty to stand at the barristers call facing my crimes yes one, and yes all
:| Sigh, what can I say a train with no tracks my mind disarrayed there's no goin back
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Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
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