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I don’t have any actual ******* clue who I am anymore. I’m in a constant bizarre. Intro personal fight, to find a friend.reducing my path to anything but me. While at the same time, I illicit a hand to befriend in the upmost fuckedest place a guy can. It’s like I’m running outta sand. Trying to catch the last grain. In a jar that’s eternally empty. In my life from birth until, whoever knows when. Liberate my last waking breath. I believe in democracy, but this **** man.. it’s a little too overwhelmingly congressional to please my over average sadistically sanctioned peace of.. **** Where is my mind? But I’m here and present for lack of luck the clock ticks on in gravity’s kingdom of ****
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
The kingdom of ****
I don’t have any actual ******* clue who I am anymore. I’m in a constant bizarre. Intro personal fight, to find a friend.reducing my path to anything but me. While at the same time, I illicit a hand to befriend in the upmost fuckedest place a guy can. It’s like I’m running outta sand. Trying to catch the last grain. In a jar that’s eternally empty. In my life from birth until, whoever knows when. Liberate my last waking breath. I believe in democracy, but this **** man.. it’s a little too overwhelmingly congressional to please my over average sadistically sanctioned peace of.. **** Where is my mind? But I’m here and present for lack of luck the clock ticks on in gravity’s kingdom of ****
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
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