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Dec 2015
I've seen a red door ,
I have to paint it black
I've busted at the seams
My minds begun to crack

I'm moving along,
Like a rolling Stone
Gathering no Moss on any side
Just moving on, wandering alone

It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam
Rolling down a steep hill into the stream
I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead
An obvious rolling Stones reference
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
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