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Jan 2015
I hope this chicken scratch doesn't come off as pretentious but my train of thoughts run off the tracks

I seriously don't know where my thoughts go sometimes are they in my head or simply a neuronic flash in a greater mind

Am I high? Or am I simply breathing what life intakes or is it even possible to raise and warn those participating of the stakes.

Wow that was some of the most pretentious **** I think I've ever jotted down to throw let's go...
This is literally the most pretentious ******* I've ever even thought of, I'm not even going to give it tags
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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   --- and A Love For Hatred
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