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Clouds grey telling me the future and the past.me wondering how long this future can last.                keeping in mind that                 It all comes back around, something similar to like a merry-go-round. with the price of different people different acts including different facts... It's either better or beyond worse, sad to say but theirs some life who can't overcome the curse £*£¥ Some are fortunate hitting the lotto, others are caught trying to steal an auto. I don't know but it all seems a little crazy causing me to sit back and roll up a stick that's hazy . midnight skies never tell lies, the moon is my light at the end of the tunnel until my demise; never questioning why my eyes are drawn to this dark sunrise...
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Midnight skies
Clouds grey telling me the future and the past.me wondering how long this future can last.                keeping in mind that                 It all comes back around, something similar to like a merry-go-round. with the price of different people different acts including different facts... It's either better or beyond worse, sad to say but theirs some life who can't overcome the curse £*£¥ Some are fortunate hitting the lotto, others are caught trying to steal an auto. I don't know but it all seems a little crazy causing me to sit back and roll up a stick that's hazy . midnight skies never tell lies, the moon is my light at the end of the tunnel until my demise; never questioning why my eyes are drawn to this dark sunrise...
Brightens up my day. Metaphorically speaking
jesibell-arz
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
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