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Moving in a direction that I don't know. Truth is, you reap what you sow. Moving too fast, I can't help but shout. Hoping for success but don't know the route. Maybe I'll find the one I need. Haha. Maybe not. I don't need another mouth to feed. **** that girl is hot. I'll find her, or she'll find me. Soon I'll become what I need to be. What's in the way? There must be something. A girl that really shouldn't mean nothing. There's only one thing to be done. I'll see you later, I gotta run. Burn the bridge, cut the string. Walk away, don't say a thing.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
I gotta go.
Moving in a direction that I don't know. Truth is, you reap what you sow. Moving too fast, I can't help but shout. Hoping for success but don't know the route. Maybe I'll find the one I need. Haha. Maybe not. I don't need another mouth to feed. **** that girl is hot. I'll find her, or she'll find me. Soon I'll become what I need to be. What's in the way? There must be something. A girl that really shouldn't mean nothing. There's only one thing to be done. I'll see you later, I gotta run. Burn the bridge, cut the string. Walk away, don't say a thing.
Ramble on
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
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