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Over indulgence makes my world Restraint is not a word Eating all within your path cold logic becomes a farce. You get one chance grab the tail nothing ventured kind of fails Believe in you simple fact.. no act **** up this world in it's twists it turns Whilst stoicism quietly burns.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
Epicurean Son
Over indulgence makes my world Restraint is not a word Eating all within your path cold logic becomes a farce. You get one chance grab the tail nothing ventured kind of fails Believe in you simple fact.. no act **** up this world in it's twists it turns Whilst stoicism quietly burns.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
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