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I painfully remember i thought it was the end When she led me on and wanted to be friends I remember when he told, i felt betrayed and  i remember that feeling lasting for weeks and days But like the tools in a old shed, you can rot *** "friend" we are tight like i how i tie my shoe, Ha! we're knot, so **From this day forth,  Only foward i pedal get the memo i am cutting the strings geppetto** every relationship hangs by thread but they strung me along and now that each cord is shreded and i feel so strong Because I realized I shouldn't let other dictate my actions and Act like a noble heir... Give no reaction I love opinions weather you hate or enjoy me But I will not let anyone or thing destroy me.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
no strings attached (frank rulands challenge)
I painfully remember i thought it was the end When she led me on and wanted to be friends I remember when he told, i felt betrayed and  i remember that feeling lasting for weeks and days But like the tools in a old shed, you can rot *** "friend" we are tight like i how i tie my shoe, Ha! we're knot, so **From this day forth,  Only foward i pedal get the memo i am cutting the strings geppetto** every relationship hangs by thread but they strung me along and now that each cord is shreded and i feel so strong Because I realized I shouldn't let other dictate my actions and Act like a noble heir... Give no reaction I love opinions weather you hate or enjoy me But I will not let anyone or thing destroy me.
Sean daley (slug from atmosphere) Get fly from this day forth only foward i pedal get the memo i am cutting the strings geppetto this line encourages me to keep going by my own strength just make my own choice and not looking back at any one for confirmation from how i express my opinion or how i make relationships i won't let anyone determine or control how i live my life.
SpencerCraig
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
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