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Oct 2012
You could say you're
Still a juvenile
All you lies are spread
With a vicious guilty smile
Just wanna stay up late
But it's time for bed

All the boys and girls
Have their own share,
And if I don't get any
Then I'll think it's unfair.
Now I'm gonna throw a fit
So everyone can stare.
When I'm gonna fall asleep
That's when it comes in handy;
Sweet tooth is gonna cry
Unless I get candy.

Gimme some lipstick
And I'll makeup my mind.
Only working part time,
But my nose is to the grind.
Sick scavenger hunt,
Take what I can find.
Your path is in the clouds,
Doesn't mean its the high road.

No reading involved,
But you live between the lines.
You're playing in a field,
Dancing by the landmines..
I've told you a thousand times.
Brody Thompson
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Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
(22/M/Canada)   
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