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chest pressure like a wasted life hiding from the possibility of living I have never spilled these few years into anything except for everything this is the unbeatable monster of nothingness and robotic arrogance of undeniable certainty I AM TRUTH I HAVE TRUTH spilling over my cup runneth over with disdain and my teeth are sour from sleeping I hate the taste of sleep in my mouth like over-chewed mint gum cliche stories have never clicked with me I would like to watch you smile for a few hours before I believe the pressure in my chest is legitimate life will die 'screw u man in sky' I believe that this will not
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
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chest pressure like a wasted life hiding from the possibility of living I have never spilled these few years into anything except for everything this is the unbeatable monster of nothingness and robotic arrogance of undeniable certainty I AM TRUTH I HAVE TRUTH spilling over my cup runneth over with disdain and my teeth are sour from sleeping I hate the taste of sleep in my mouth like over-chewed mint gum cliche stories have never clicked with me I would like to watch you smile for a few hours before I believe the pressure in my chest is legitimate life will die 'screw u man in sky' I believe that this will not
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
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