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Facebook makes me want to ***** Spew chunks of fake houses perfect spouses So many poses perfect smiles and staircases tout it. Adorn rose-colored glasses as you watch the egregious ***** boast champagne in their glasses as they fool masses. What does it matter the square footage if you can’t teach your children how to solve problems? Or start movements? Or have values? I’d rather wear hand-me-downs and have roots than don Versace and walk in rich boots. When the day ends, as you are lounging in your satin linens do you ask yourself how you grew today? How you moved today? How you flew today? Well I am… So get out of my way.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
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Facebook makes me want to ***** Spew chunks of fake houses perfect spouses So many poses perfect smiles and staircases tout it. Adorn rose-colored glasses as you watch the egregious ***** boast champagne in their glasses as they fool masses. What does it matter the square footage if you can’t teach your children how to solve problems? Or start movements? Or have values? I’d rather wear hand-me-downs and have roots than don Versace and walk in rich boots. When the day ends, as you are lounging in your satin linens do you ask yourself how you grew today? How you moved today? How you flew today? Well I am… So get out of my way.
lyteweaver
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
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