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May 2014
Hiding in the shadows calling my utmost.

Baby this is a battle for I have a saddle who wants me to *******.

Listen I tell you here cause I know everybody got issues.

Keep your tissues cause honestly my tears these days are mental.

Private talks away from the perfect view and you get my imprecations on Skype talking to a guy or ....you.

But you...what are you hiding? Yeah you...can we be talking or just be poetically cool?

The medicine injecting the knees in the room, what I mean yes I'm saying I pray like there's no tomorrow.

Walking really close to the highest in the clouds you start to really see how your life is written down.

Most of the people don't know or like or even have read this all the way down.

But ending with this note....if I ever played piano, IM MOVING MY FINGERS FROM THE LOWKEY AND LETTING MY WALK SING TO HIGHER GROUND.
Just to be honest
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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