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Apr 2017
Fools live obsessed by lives they don't have
                      fake fantasies
                               sweet dreams
                                          yet at night they shake with fear;
Slugging vomitin' 'n' ******* from their mouths
                                "truths" and "worries"
                                            with their "beliefs"
                                                     Oh so sensitive;
******* on thumbs with their small hands they go
                                            happy they bought that car
                                                         **** because of lipstick
                                                                  intelligent as they bark trash.

You could all be ******* me instead, you'd do a better job.
David Cunha
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David Cunha  27/M/Portugal
(27/M/Portugal)   
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