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Spent 40 days and 40 nights no cash for bail It was just a fight. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. She was sitting there all alone by her drink or maybe take her home. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. But I didn’t listen. I was on that mission 8 JD‘s lost inhibitions. Papa use to tell me just to turn and walk away. We had a few drinks we spoke for a while. She was mine. I could tell her to smile. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. I grabbed her hand asked her to dance never did this before. It was my big chance. We danced real close the cheek to cheek heard a ruckus around me behind me and turned to take a peek. He was 7 feet tall with a big black beard. He poked me on the shoulder and said I’ll take it from here. Left, right, punch, kick, getting jumped, oh **** Oh **** broke ribs still throwing both fist, don’t miss. Now my medulla has cuntusions, I’m on back, nothing but boots fade to black. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. Spent 40 days and 40 nights No cash for bail It was just a fight Papa used to tell me Just to turn and walk away.
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
Turn and Walk Away
Spent 40 days and 40 nights no cash for bail It was just a fight. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. She was sitting there all alone by her drink or maybe take her home. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. But I didn’t listen. I was on that mission 8 JD‘s lost inhibitions. Papa use to tell me just to turn and walk away. We had a few drinks we spoke for a while. She was mine. I could tell her to smile. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. I grabbed her hand asked her to dance never did this before. It was my big chance. We danced real close the cheek to cheek heard a ruckus around me behind me and turned to take a peek. He was 7 feet tall with a big black beard. He poked me on the shoulder and said I’ll take it from here. Left, right, punch, kick, getting jumped, oh **** Oh **** broke ribs still throwing both fist, don’t miss. Now my medulla has cuntusions, I’m on back, nothing but boots fade to black. Papa used to tell me just to turn and walk away. Spent 40 days and 40 nights No cash for bail It was just a fight Papa used to tell me Just to turn and walk away.
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
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