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Lock myself in the music. Hope my fears can't see this. Man my mind so clueless! When It comes to this I'm Dangerous... ...is it Bad that... I lost the key, I love this  place, I eat my dreams. I know the top is the bottom And the bottom is the top. To stop my legs from wondering, I cut some old routs off my block. Just to get threw the thundering, I played with twinks in woodstock. But now is it Bad that this is why i keep the door locked?
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
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Lock myself in the music. Hope my fears can't see this. Man my mind so clueless! When It comes to this I'm Dangerous... ...is it Bad that... I lost the key, I love this  place, I eat my dreams. I know the top is the bottom And the bottom is the top. To stop my legs from wondering, I cut some old routs off my block. Just to get threw the thundering, I played with twinks in woodstock. But now is it Bad that this is why i keep the door locked?
If anyone gets me please share
Xelle
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
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