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If this isn't coming true The life isn't left loss It's being carried across Code Pink She loved me Reading the same seas She sailed so many less minds Id keep it divine Delivery of absurd melody That's my world Under designed in hi I'm all I know I ruined your brother's mercy Defended a country in ***** wars Involved in bar exams You couldn't qualify In time travels the rapping obsession Overtures of deployed dismembered Daughters of an American revolution Of rap cap and cut The miserable under nutted, bolts Of vogue. 'd out dudes confused Blank demons in colorless fantasies Unpopularity soared so high The truist ****** of treason Begin another reasonable doubt Blipped down industrial Mathematics a long testimonial Length of sheet Musical brilliance a la directors cut 46th and the turn Still hidden in review I'm the hatred of devotion To a boy Be called a man Ask as my name becomes gifts hand I don't live to make out of you What time required of only me The stupidity of broken olive branches touched at canvas A fluid premonition If affluent society rhymes in dig me adversity
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
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If this isn't coming true The life isn't left loss It's being carried across Code Pink She loved me Reading the same seas She sailed so many less minds Id keep it divine Delivery of absurd melody That's my world Under designed in hi I'm all I know I ruined your brother's mercy Defended a country in ***** wars Involved in bar exams You couldn't qualify In time travels the rapping obsession Overtures of deployed dismembered Daughters of an American revolution Of rap cap and cut The miserable under nutted, bolts Of vogue. 'd out dudes confused Blank demons in colorless fantasies Unpopularity soared so high The truist ****** of treason Begin another reasonable doubt Blipped down industrial Mathematics a long testimonial Length of sheet Musical brilliance a la directors cut 46th and the turn Still hidden in review I'm the hatred of devotion To a boy Be called a man Ask as my name becomes gifts hand I don't live to make out of you What time required of only me The stupidity of broken olive branches touched at canvas A fluid premonition If affluent society rhymes in dig me adversity
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kevin-8
44/M/california
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
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