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Aug 2016
I was sleeping in my sister car
Tripping sinking trying to get a new Job
How he Christian while he yelling at God
Ticket after ticket it's a conspiracy
Trapped at night in his thoughts fights with the inner Me
We were friends why acting so enemy
Drifting feeling like I need to get out
Smoked all the fake smiles and woes from a pouch.
Drunk till I poured all my thoughts in your room
Little brother say that you look consumed.
I love him
I love him
I love him
He is the only one that know who I am
For he is the better half of who I am.
Who he is is who I am on another ceiling
My head spinning I got lost in the ceiling fan.

ceiling Fan spins

I got to get out of this car...
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Keith Wilson
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