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I couldn't tell you why This man is here Or his purpose - I couldn't tell you why I am here Or my purpose - But March is cold & unforgiving and mean and map-less and my world has Tommy gun fists and I'm it's ******* son I felt tied down & freakish I wanted to get away so badly and he had this fast car.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Gangsta
I couldn't tell you why This man is here Or his purpose - I couldn't tell you why I am here Or my purpose - But March is cold & unforgiving and mean and map-less and my world has Tommy gun fists and I'm it's ******* son I felt tied down & freakish I wanted to get away so badly and he had this fast car.
happy march.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
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