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Jul 2015
Tired of falling asleep and waisting a dream on feelings and emperors.

I'm caught in the sink wash me oh please the dirt of my old life's.

Time is following me I covered her blinks her eyes won't stop shinning.

Pills sound good for this stuff but I know that it's rust I'm up for suggestion.

Why would you look over?
It's God or smoke **** the spark of a new life.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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