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This is not a happy place We love to hate each other, inside a very safe space. Lies are sold on lips of youth disguised as truths, forbidden fruits. When it crashes on your pretty head, just remember what ol' uncle sam says, you never had a choice.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
The Truth Hurts
This is not a happy place We love to hate each other, inside a very safe space. Lies are sold on lips of youth disguised as truths, forbidden fruits. When it crashes on your pretty head, just remember what ol' uncle sam says, you never had a choice.
(c) I.C.Thornhill
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
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