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It's freaky late We feign ate Boring chats we're eating With boredom as the spice Hoping tomorrow would be pay day I'd say no more Only than i'm a second banana That thought , Thought of being a second banana Not to any other but the one i dream l stopped dreaming and saw reality T'was real life with bad breathe
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
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It's freaky late We feign ate Boring chats we're eating With boredom as the spice Hoping tomorrow would be pay day I'd say no more Only than i'm a second banana That thought , Thought of being a second banana Not to any other but the one i dream l stopped dreaming and saw reality T'was real life with bad breathe
written to aid sleep when I was sleepless
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SELORM
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
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