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Ironically i wait for time, to grab me and feed off of me, taking my youth,innocence,smile, my memories and people i love , so it can create new things out of me like a playdough, it chushes and takes, so it can make new things out off the same flesh.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
Creation
Ironically i wait for time, to grab me and feed off of me, taking my youth,innocence,smile, my memories and people i love , so it can create new things out of me like a playdough, it chushes and takes, so it can make new things out off the same flesh.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
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