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Yes I blame the pills The pills that presented these problems, or at least made them prominent. The pills that kills everything's my body had to offer. >Bodies bloodied blued and blacked. These and the rest burrowed in my big sleeps.  >Hearing dad's voice reveal that heaven is the place I'm living in. >Lying in different couch corners watching the rooms fog and transform.  >a colorful reason to protest and a humble reason to continue. > only craft to consider, origami living. They press till you fold and fit their mold. The house is sold. Now u get more gold. You're kids are getting old. Your skin has gone cold. Either pole will do. Lift the casket with me.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
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Yes I blame the pills The pills that presented these problems, or at least made them prominent. The pills that kills everything's my body had to offer. >Bodies bloodied blued and blacked. These and the rest burrowed in my big sleeps.  >Hearing dad's voice reveal that heaven is the place I'm living in. >Lying in different couch corners watching the rooms fog and transform.  >a colorful reason to protest and a humble reason to continue. > only craft to consider, origami living. They press till you fold and fit their mold. The house is sold. Now u get more gold. You're kids are getting old. Your skin has gone cold. Either pole will do. Lift the casket with me.
ethan-johnston
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
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