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Sep 2015
I seem to be bound to something that's out of bounds...drowned to the sound of nothing cause she aint around, now I'm here with these windows down writing nouns, we used to be high together but lately we're on different clouds...I seem to have found higher ground with you, the only woman, I would ******* ride or die for you, my world was so complete, but I guess dreams aren't for keep, I got a bottle of *****, a gun and your voicenotes on repeat
picaso 29
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   beenseen and SPT
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