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my mind is set to blame accusations finger pointing flared anger and i feed it with a bottle of... whatever to keep it functioning smoothly oiled greased gears shifting noiselessly with an alert fixed to cast fault on whoever may cross my path. the only hope is time.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
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my mind is set to blame accusations finger pointing flared anger and i feed it with a bottle of... whatever to keep it functioning smoothly oiled greased gears shifting noiselessly with an alert fixed to cast fault on whoever may cross my path. the only hope is time.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
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