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Sharpen the blade Never hesitate to reach the gate. Sounds whistling Snow Glistening Let me go there I am not listening. Life is faded all the way it tricks me off the way I made it. Get the way it done May God give me a gun? 'll shoot you on a run. Give me a shout Made it so loud Why?It was so rude Try the way I proud. facetime death with a procrastination Choose a destination with all the restoration with the heart of the **** and shot. Hit that holy Foul in a pit I can not grant you a lit Do me a great favour by just not giving a ****
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
I don't give a sh*t
Sharpen the blade Never hesitate to reach the gate. Sounds whistling Snow Glistening Let me go there I am not listening. Life is faded all the way it tricks me off the way I made it. Get the way it done May God give me a gun? 'll shoot you on a run. Give me a shout Made it so loud Why?It was so rude Try the way I proud. facetime death with a procrastination Choose a destination with all the restoration with the heart of the **** and shot. Hit that holy Foul in a pit I can not grant you a lit Do me a great favour by just not giving a ****
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