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Motionlessly sitting Quietly thinking Head rested on my desk I put my fears to the test No thoughts come to me Compelling advisers look at me Try not to stare, Look down and play with my hair. I burp subliminally. I smell blood and coiled in it was half of my soul. I grasp to it, hope I don't breed, not that anyone will take any interest in me. Suffer the abnormalities of the world so far behind. Contrary to popular belief, I was no one special. So walk for disaster, smile slyly for ever and after. No one could be a more perfect match than me and your mother.
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
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Motionlessly sitting Quietly thinking Head rested on my desk I put my fears to the test No thoughts come to me Compelling advisers look at me Try not to stare, Look down and play with my hair. I burp subliminally. I smell blood and coiled in it was half of my soul. I grasp to it, hope I don't breed, not that anyone will take any interest in me. Suffer the abnormalities of the world so far behind. Contrary to popular belief, I was no one special. So walk for disaster, smile slyly for ever and after. No one could be a more perfect match than me and your mother.
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
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