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Oct 2014
drinking the last drop of my life away

hoping ill find it another day

anything that comes out is lies, is what others say

I try my best to communicate

with my inner being and what some call fate

how can I when I feel the spiritual hate

I wanna speak but afraid I'll say unnecessary crap

to be honest my life is just a demonic trap

I can't remember the last time I ever ran a lap

my family is worried and im a huge mess of a disaster

Im trying to run faster and faster

Im gonna get known as a ****'d up baster

my emotional touch has lost all feel

because we kissed and I know it was real

I am your one true only deal

my mistakes seem to cross along more

I love it all too much, but I don't won't to be a bore

I wouldn't want to get looked as *****

my body wiggled and falls like it was reborn

I just wanna keep the reply botton on to this ****

gosh it's much better then eating a can of corn

I have problems that seem like children and have fun

they never quit they seem to like this run

it could take in any place, like in rainor in the sun
rare-and-rad
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rare-and-rad  san diego
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