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A slaughter house of emotions keeps my mind busy as this 145 pound meat bag just keeps getting heavier and heavier. I've begin to wonder if this is how it was always ment to be; trapped in my own thoughts. After all, not everyone gets to be rich.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
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A slaughter house of emotions keeps my mind busy as this 145 pound meat bag just keeps getting heavier and heavier. I've begin to wonder if this is how it was always ment to be; trapped in my own thoughts. After all, not everyone gets to be rich.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
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