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Jun 2015
Moving in a direction that I don't know.
Truth is, you reap what you sow.
Moving too fast, I can't help but shout.
Hoping for success but don't know the route.

Maybe I'll find the one I need.
Haha. Maybe not.
I don't need another mouth to feed.
****, that girl is hot.

I'll find her, or she'll find me.
Soon I'll become what I need to be.
What's in the way? There must be something.
A girl that really shouldn't mean nothing.
There's only one thing to be done.
I'll see you later, I gotta run.



Burn the bridge, cut the string. Walk away, don't say a thing.
Ramble on
Misplaced Texan
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