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Standing on the edge. Wondering how you became such a screw-up. How'd you become such a pitiful piece of crap. Tears going down your eyes. Look in the sky. Wondering were Dad is. Oh, yea he's in another country Because he wants nothing to do with you! "Felix you should ******* die! Felix my God your so emo. Emo ****** I hope you **** your self! Felix go cut yourself somewhere. Felix just die! Felix I hate you! Your such an ******* The words just explore my brain. Everywhere. I wipe a tear. Look in the sky. And move on in life. Because I know I'll die one day. So why care about these fake friends? Why care about trash talkers? Just live, Young, Free, Wild...
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Standing With My Thoughts
Standing on the edge. Wondering how you became such a screw-up. How'd you become such a pitiful piece of crap. Tears going down your eyes. Look in the sky. Wondering were Dad is. Oh, yea he's in another country Because he wants nothing to do with you! "Felix you should ******* die! Felix my God your so emo. Emo ****** I hope you **** your self! Felix go cut yourself somewhere. Felix just die! Felix I hate you! Your such an ******* The words just explore my brain. Everywhere. I wipe a tear. Look in the sky. And move on in life. Because I know I'll die one day. So why care about these fake friends? Why care about trash talkers? Just live, Young, Free, Wild...
felix-rodriguez
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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