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bitter ****** taste, Defeat. On the back of one’s tongue Waiting Stomach acid-like to get you when you are most lulled into your self-centered world to soak you to your core in cold, cold water but you, oh noble you waisting so much time in youthful giddiness about the job well done now see it wasn’t can take it back well, no you cant. but you can move on that is, unless you drown yourself in it defeat.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
Defeat
bitter ****** taste, Defeat. On the back of one’s tongue Waiting Stomach acid-like to get you when you are most lulled into your self-centered world to soak you to your core in cold, cold water but you, oh noble you waisting so much time in youthful giddiness about the job well done now see it wasn’t can take it back well, no you cant. but you can move on that is, unless you drown yourself in it defeat.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
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