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Wondering of the Future

Looking at the clock, I struggle Despair floating like an eye floaty thing Get the hell out of here Like cheese, I age, the more so the more I smell like a fuckin old guy like god damn quit buying clothes from Dillard's Like an onion, I make people cry because my face resembles a donkey getting raped by an eagle that's ice skating and juggling All at the same time. Stuck in my socioeconomic class My mom is getting harassed My brain cells are getting grassed I hate communists.
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Written by
scott-veinland
Zimbabwean
Published
Apr 25, 2014
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18·90
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#grass#class#bass#ass#magnet#sirish#yerrapragada#nigga
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