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The only hand out ill ever accept is a handshake.. Adrenaline and anger cloud my head and make my hands shake.. Playing the game of life I have to win for these grand stakes... Plans made and broken, potent **** I'm smokin.. Poppin pills, getting drunk my bodies surely broken.. Whatever makes the pain stop, running ducking raindrops.. And like a Dalmation you can change your ways but you'll always Have the same spots.. Continuous actions, puff puff passin.. Living for the moment i don't care if tomorrow happens.. Running in circles, those closest will hurt you.. Those who say they have your back most certainly desert you.. When the going gets tough, people get going.. I'm stuck in ***** creek and I simply can't start rowing.. Stuck in a bad place but I've made due.. Past actions are the reason I love to hate you..
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
I love to hate you.
The only hand out ill ever accept is a handshake.. Adrenaline and anger cloud my head and make my hands shake.. Playing the game of life I have to win for these grand stakes... Plans made and broken, potent **** I'm smokin.. Poppin pills, getting drunk my bodies surely broken.. Whatever makes the pain stop, running ducking raindrops.. And like a Dalmation you can change your ways but you'll always Have the same spots.. Continuous actions, puff puff passin.. Living for the moment i don't care if tomorrow happens.. Running in circles, those closest will hurt you.. Those who say they have your back most certainly desert you.. When the going gets tough, people get going.. I'm stuck in ***** creek and I simply can't start rowing.. Stuck in a bad place but I've made due.. Past actions are the reason I love to hate you..
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
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