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Dec 2014
I know you are scared...
You should ask us if we scared too.
I know you are scared
Me too...
I hate the sound of fireworks.
Reminds me all the gun shots near the pier.
She brought a 6 pack of beer to remind me that life ain't fair.
Life was a dream at one point, then I was rick rolled.
Trolled.
By all these producers and all these fake agents.
Wishing to myself hoping that I made it.
Heavily degraded.
Two adjectives to smush in like our lips.
Please lord give me one more wish.
Bubz
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