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THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS I POUR THE WEIGHT THE ACH EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE IM NOT IN CHARGE THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING A BREATH A BREATH BREATHING I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING I FEEL I FEEL I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING THE CARS THE CHILDREN THE ANGER THE POLITICS GUNS RELIGION CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY ITS GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
September 21st 2015
THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS I POUR THE WEIGHT THE ACH EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE IM NOT IN CHARGE THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING A BREATH A BREATH BREATHING I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING I FEEL I FEEL I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING THE CARS THE CHILDREN THE ANGER THE POLITICS GUNS RELIGION CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY ITS GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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