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What the **** Seriously Why is pain such a reacuring memory For me Yes, i am me And I am an addict 44 percent I think (The number always fluctuates depending on the situation) I got cocky that's got to be it A new career And some time in my pocket And now I'm laying here Black pupils so large I need an exorcism One day to recover until class One ******* day At least procrastination Will be something I excel at Oh and ************
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
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What the **** Seriously Why is pain such a reacuring memory For me Yes, i am me And I am an addict 44 percent I think (The number always fluctuates depending on the situation) I got cocky that's got to be it A new career And some time in my pocket And now I'm laying here Black pupils so large I need an exorcism One day to recover until class One ******* day At least procrastination Will be something I excel at Oh and ************
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
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