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Nov 2015
The thing I'm pleasing is getting more and more less pleasing,
Okay I'm breathing but I'm dying everyday.
Have to make these wrongs right before they turn into a total mistake.
The one I want is getting further everyday
The one need is getting higher each day
Looks like the days are getting dark for the Greats
I tripped and haven't got up yet
I can't sleep cause my mind in a trance
All I want was someone to tell me I'm the best I'm they one love I love the way you dress.
But all I got is some friends that chill and take off..it just like vapors plus mist.
oh God my God this world don't have nothing for me I hope I don't miss.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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