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I'm sick of your **** scene your american dream seemingly perfect in everyway the tasks you complete everyday in cyclical motions avoiding chaos and commotion cause god forbid you'd have to face your pain you're far to weathered to handle the strain complain complain complain you're too ******* smart and too ******* vain It makes me sick like xanax and *** that these days the world beats to only one drum
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Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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I'm sick of your **** scene your american dream seemingly perfect in everyway the tasks you complete everyday in cyclical motions avoiding chaos and commotion cause god forbid you'd have to face your pain you're far to weathered to handle the strain complain complain complain you're too ******* smart and too ******* vain It makes me sick like xanax and *** that these days the world beats to only one drum
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Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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