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i scream my silence creeping at the door to the sound of sirens but since you know my essence the teeth can only bite my effervescence my presence calls into  soul science here i speak the foul to defiency love in ramble to the noises i kept coming for the least the beast of rage keeps east off the keeping like writs i fought off myself like gods bits of wood i woke up dead dead mood imagine its nothing sweet the father that kept sweating and lost a child bleeting imagine its nothing sweet the mother that kept off the labor pains to keep the pain off a deadbeat donor keeping his offspring intact i met a mother off the streets i imagined the day she comes come to a shameless man with little byself with all she has is beast of burden i met a father off the streets working his sweet off to bury the wreckage to come home to an unfaithful woman but still wooed by her moans i kept the smoke by the streets is strict by the rift we still shoot by the knowledge yet single handling not yearning
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
i took off the road
i scream my silence creeping at the door to the sound of sirens but since you know my essence the teeth can only bite my effervescence my presence calls into  soul science here i speak the foul to defiency love in ramble to the noises i kept coming for the least the beast of rage keeps east off the keeping like writs i fought off myself like gods bits of wood i woke up dead dead mood imagine its nothing sweet the father that kept sweating and lost a child bleeting imagine its nothing sweet the mother that kept off the labor pains to keep the pain off a deadbeat donor keeping his offspring intact i met a mother off the streets i imagined the day she comes come to a shameless man with little byself with all she has is beast of burden i met a father off the streets working his sweet off to bury the wreckage to come home to an unfaithful woman but still wooed by her moans i kept the smoke by the streets is strict by the rift we still shoot by the knowledge yet single handling not yearning
#pain#struggle
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27/M/kampala
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
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