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Left behind the me, I never could find, blurred negatives, burned. The smoke conceals all the False Positives. Stop Praying if you refuse to believe, that mirror is a liar. Instant Karma came to get you but you were Too Far Gone.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Too Far Gone
Left behind the me, I never could find, blurred negatives, burned. The smoke conceals all the False Positives. Stop Praying if you refuse to believe, that mirror is a liar. Instant Karma came to get you but you were Too Far Gone.
senor-negativo
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
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