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Will you whimper while you wait, for me to save you? Or will you make me? You gotta' make me. In my dreams I see the world I could have been living in had I not been myself and I hate to have to inform you but I do believe that this body may be no more than a shell, inevitably for our big potential nothing more than a cell, not that it is, but if, then from within your jail Will you whimper while you wait, for me to save you? Or will you make me? You gotta' make me.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
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Will you whimper while you wait, for me to save you? Or will you make me? You gotta' make me. In my dreams I see the world I could have been living in had I not been myself and I hate to have to inform you but I do believe that this body may be no more than a shell, inevitably for our big potential nothing more than a cell, not that it is, but if, then from within your jail Will you whimper while you wait, for me to save you? Or will you make me? You gotta' make me.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
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