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Aug 2017
Dear everybody,
Sorry that it didn't go as planned
The world didn't take me by the hand
It tossed me aside, ripped my heart from my body
This is something I can’t fathom, can’t understand

No one gives a ****;
I feel like my life is stuck…
Because no one in the universe cares
Suicidal Tendencies
But no one has any ***** left to spare
I sit here patiently
With my bottle of Hennessy drinking to forget the way she ran her fingers through my hair

It’s sad
I've Gone Bad; I’ve withered and I've rotted
All this **** for one girl that can not be forgotten
Shook. I need to find a new outlook
If I don’t this .45 will bring the Reapers hook

Survival of the Fittest
Without her I’m Incomplete
I guess with me she didn’t fit in
Broken pieces of inevitable retreat
I need to hold her closer; this can't be our finish
But for now, it's just me and this pint of Guinness
N
Vanilla
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Vanilla  19/M/Universe C-137
(19/M/Universe C-137)   
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