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about my childhood and left me naked on my bed twitter won't stop me from this pain Mortal Kombat doesn't feel the same my youth, my eyes, my thoughts, my dreams, and my ******* brain tell me how can one man stay sane? When they swallowed their imagination for corporation money and left us with a staggering minds of a sheep and a soul that doesn't bleed thoughts spilled out of my memories my soul left for dead for centuries gave myself a long nap questioning my existence formed gap wake up wake up wake up I don't blame myself for my sad existence beyond the ageing testimony between my childhood and my grave but yes i buried my youth under the stars it faded and disappeared with the birds and the flowers of our time left it in an early morning cartoon show cat n mouse pathetic brillance roller blades and computer rooms nostalgic backdrop inside my head crumpled beneath the nights and the sunrise what a sad way to die? fap, fap, fap truth. social reality-- numbness boyhood dreams beyond the lost souls dreaming for the highest beam lost and found? no life goes on
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
sometimes i keep on crying
about my childhood and left me naked on my bed twitter won't stop me from this pain Mortal Kombat doesn't feel the same my youth, my eyes, my thoughts, my dreams, and my ******* brain tell me how can one man stay sane? When they swallowed their imagination for corporation money and left us with a staggering minds of a sheep and a soul that doesn't bleed thoughts spilled out of my memories my soul left for dead for centuries gave myself a long nap questioning my existence formed gap wake up wake up wake up I don't blame myself for my sad existence beyond the ageing testimony between my childhood and my grave but yes i buried my youth under the stars it faded and disappeared with the birds and the flowers of our time left it in an early morning cartoon show cat n mouse pathetic brillance roller blades and computer rooms nostalgic backdrop inside my head crumpled beneath the nights and the sunrise what a sad way to die? fap, fap, fap truth. social reality-- numbness boyhood dreams beyond the lost souls dreaming for the highest beam lost and found? no life goes on
oyygeorge
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
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