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I know this like the Black of my Hands because to ignorance, truth is profound but to Experience, Truth is an *** Round found in Leadbelly trying to run down Freedom Ring crt. tied to a pair a shoot or hanging on the last rung of this corporate splatter
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
Parachutes and Splatters
I know this like the Black of my Hands because to ignorance, truth is profound but to Experience, Truth is an *** Round found in Leadbelly trying to run down Freedom Ring crt. tied to a pair a shoot or hanging on the last rung of this corporate splatter
Truth is not as profound as we'd like to believe such as, "My *** weighs a ton", a line so well versed that the reality of it all seems to have missed the mark. It's like explaining Planetary motion to a person still convinced the world is flat, or that Race is actually false to a society that pits man vs man where the only variation is skin tone and character, which is more pertinent to humanity (their actual race). In this I want the reader to grasp that the real tragedy is that Truth is Painfully obvious once the reality as happened to you.
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
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