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Ok. Real talk now. I've totally been thinking, for way too long. How the sorrow of my life, has had me becoming the demon that I learned of while I was a child. Redo the birth scene. Cut. Action. I cut off my last hair doo with a razor. Then the Taser of said fictions divide my molecular compositions into fractions of myself. *And that’s exactly the person I don’t believe. Myself. Me. I.* *Define that one for me again Mr. Fromm, the nature of man, me, the man who acts so honestly.* The hero, or the villain. I don’t ******* care. But I'll bare the scab for all my wounds. And each time I fall, I pick my fractions back up and redevise.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
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Ok. Real talk now. I've totally been thinking, for way too long. How the sorrow of my life, has had me becoming the demon that I learned of while I was a child. Redo the birth scene. Cut. Action. I cut off my last hair doo with a razor. Then the Taser of said fictions divide my molecular compositions into fractions of myself. *And that’s exactly the person I don’t believe. Myself. Me. I.* *Define that one for me again Mr. Fromm, the nature of man, me, the man who acts so honestly.* The hero, or the villain. I don’t ******* care. But I'll bare the scab for all my wounds. And each time I fall, I pick my fractions back up and redevise.
monday
gusse
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M/Scottish
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
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