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it is so still here. until the planes fly over heard. they dont scare me like they did when i was a boy. but boy could they put fear in the heart of a youngster. i never thought id miss cowering in the basement. home will spit me out again, freshly chewed. still staring at the buildings like they might topple right over. i will make the world love me if its the last thing i do. i dont care how but it will. i refuse to be the boy in the basement. scared of noise. there is no crown fit for noise. it wears victory like a python around its neck. and if noise could die i would **** the poison from noise until it is but a snake for the garden. harmless and certainly nothing to go cower in the basement for.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
down goes douglas
it is so still here. until the planes fly over heard. they dont scare me like they did when i was a boy. but boy could they put fear in the heart of a youngster. i never thought id miss cowering in the basement. home will spit me out again, freshly chewed. still staring at the buildings like they might topple right over. i will make the world love me if its the last thing i do. i dont care how but it will. i refuse to be the boy in the basement. scared of noise. there is no crown fit for noise. it wears victory like a python around its neck. and if noise could die i would **** the poison from noise until it is but a snake for the garden. harmless and certainly nothing to go cower in the basement for.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
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