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The sour grapes of death Are brewed to make this wine That God force feeds us The taste is bitter The color is dark And the smell is rank We may not be thirsty Yet he will pour Filling us with despair We will suffer Drown in our agony Be consumed by our torment But come one day We will see It was all for the better

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cloutjesus

19 / M / Tampa

Published: Jun 19, 2018
LinesWords: 1967

Notes: xxxtentacion was my idol. He taught me to express myself in a raw way I thought I never could. Today he was killed and I mourn for him. This is a tribute to X
Tags: #xxx #death #love

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