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Hold that thought Until you're hands are ****** broken ------------------------ Maybe (Its not) but maybe It could be **** you) Winning on the golden ticket Ok, there's no real chance (no **** I swear to god (Get ******* through it) I dealt out my pain From past experience ***** please) I mean it (you can't be serious) There's a broader gate Whats the reason? (I'm glad they segregate) Pad locked grave gate (You're a rip off and you know it) Throw the game to save some face (Better hide, you'd better run) Coughing mad hatter fits (Living sub-par is ignorant bliss) I miss the days of old (funny **** Barely out the womb Already wounded Foray into the fray Has left me confused Malnourished and blue In the face And yet this constant fear Of disgrace (You're ******* fake) (Fake as **** I swear I know it So psychotic and psychotropic Spend your waking moments hiding And every other in imaginary topics) Making do with slave wages Striking out on all these pages Jesus left me feeling blind Contained within these broken places ---------------- They say reading is good for you They say a lot of ****
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
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Hold that thought Until you're hands are ****** broken ------------------------ Maybe (Its not) but maybe It could be **** you) Winning on the golden ticket Ok, there's no real chance (no **** I swear to god (Get ******* through it) I dealt out my pain From past experience ***** please) I mean it (you can't be serious) There's a broader gate Whats the reason? (I'm glad they segregate) Pad locked grave gate (You're a rip off and you know it) Throw the game to save some face (Better hide, you'd better run) Coughing mad hatter fits (Living sub-par is ignorant bliss) I miss the days of old (funny **** Barely out the womb Already wounded Foray into the fray Has left me confused Malnourished and blue In the face And yet this constant fear Of disgrace (You're ******* fake) (Fake as **** I swear I know it So psychotic and psychotropic Spend your waking moments hiding And every other in imaginary topics) Making do with slave wages Striking out on all these pages Jesus left me feeling blind Contained within these broken places ---------------- They say reading is good for you They say a lot of ****
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#bored#life#death#love#lost#try#fail#success#meaningless
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
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