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I have been cruel and unrepentant, and on my knees yearning for certain benevolences people promised good people get. There is I suppose a logic to why it is not so tragic I don't get when I didn't give 'cuz I was too busy wanting the best. My conscience woke when I stabbed a man in the heart with barb again. After hours or regret and notes that confessed I burnt it down for I knew nothing changes. I am still upset.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
Upset
I have been cruel and unrepentant, and on my knees yearning for certain benevolences people promised good people get. There is I suppose a logic to why it is not so tragic I don't get when I didn't give 'cuz I was too busy wanting the best. My conscience woke when I stabbed a man in the heart with barb again. After hours or regret and notes that confessed I burnt it down for I knew nothing changes. I am still upset.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
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