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Oct 2014
hello mother weeping away,
soaked sorrowly in your tears.
its time to go to your show that youll put on today,
it does not matter what you want like any other day,
its what you get you little **** and its payday.  
dont worry i promise to not let you fall, after today no one will hear you ball.
just scribbles
Written by
nathanthepoet  usa
(usa)   
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