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I've got weeds They slipped through! My thick skin. **** I feel seeds And they're growing Sprouting Words of hate Growing In my chest Beating, screaming Ba da ba da ba da I've gotta tend to This garden of mine Your opression Will not Leave hate In my Sanctuary
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Weeds
I've got weeds They slipped through! My thick skin. **** I feel seeds And they're growing Sprouting Words of hate Growing In my chest Beating, screaming Ba da ba da ba da I've gotta tend to This garden of mine Your opression Will not Leave hate In my Sanctuary
devin-ortiz
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
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