When I was young.
I would take things personally
I would become sad.
But one day.
I said **** that**
It stuck around.
I said **** it**, **** that** and **** all your stupid ****
**** the past** and **** the bad things up in the ***
**** everything** what a way to live.
But now I am happy and I've run out of ***** to give.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
When I was young.
I would take things personally
I would become sad.
But one day.
I said **** that**
It stuck around.
I said **** it**, **** that** and **** all your stupid ****
**** the past** and **** the bad things up in the ***
**** everything** what a way to live.
But now I am happy and I've run out of ***** to give.
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