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Thoughtless pry, the vicious mind beneath their shy figure It tells a story about youth and curiosity, an unfortunate act within serious incident It's a playground with castles made of gold, or so it appears under the mold that has taken appearance of something frightening for a bare eye to witness, that upon closer exposure will **** up your fortune inside those walls It's a tall order from the middle to the bottom, sinking deeper as you go, and when you realize being rooted, the struggle will be futile, damages are irreversible And like your coin, the soul is cremated alongside, to the pages of history where you'll be forgotten, only to be taken as an empty chest that once contained a treasure.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
I made an hourglass out of sand
Thoughtless pry, the vicious mind beneath their shy figure It tells a story about youth and curiosity, an unfortunate act within serious incident It's a playground with castles made of gold, or so it appears under the mold that has taken appearance of something frightening for a bare eye to witness, that upon closer exposure will **** up your fortune inside those walls It's a tall order from the middle to the bottom, sinking deeper as you go, and when you realize being rooted, the struggle will be futile, damages are irreversible And like your coin, the soul is cremated alongside, to the pages of history where you'll be forgotten, only to be taken as an empty chest that once contained a treasure.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
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