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Epic storys told every day I can never speak my mind. The grip I have on reality Indeed its quite unrealistic. To always know the current Hurts like neddles poured into a current. My thoughts are congruent with bullets Before and after shots fired. This is my fire. I live with my own spirits I have jedi mind tricks. I kick it with my mind all the time We drink soda and walk the streets at night. But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine
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Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
Epicness everyday
Epic storys told every day I can never speak my mind. The grip I have on reality Indeed its quite unrealistic. To always know the current Hurts like neddles poured into a current. My thoughts are congruent with bullets Before and after shots fired. This is my fire. I live with my own spirits I have jedi mind tricks. I kick it with my mind all the time We drink soda and walk the streets at night. But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine
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Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
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