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Too tired to create too vigorous to die My past lives itch when id rather sit or lye my third opened wide when these devils came to haunt me Federals amphetamines designed to keep you raunchy Id like to be indifferent alas im like the rest Smile upon on my face sorrow in my chest
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
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Too tired to create too vigorous to die My past lives itch when id rather sit or lye my third opened wide when these devils came to haunt me Federals amphetamines designed to keep you raunchy Id like to be indifferent alas im like the rest Smile upon on my face sorrow in my chest
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
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