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With no money in your pockets, and a desire for a smooth ride. Yeah, **** it... something simple. Lust for something easy. You speak like anything matters; I complain in the opposing direction. Bleeding, and everyone would care if you'd just ******* show them. Overdriven in lifestyle, by design without purpose. Wearing black, but not poignantly. Cursing because **** it feels so good. Smashing whatever since you don't own anything. Dissenting because you can. Maybe you'll steal **** tomorrow, maybe you'll tell a lie. Breathe in. Cough, choke, turn indigo. You're gonna do just fine.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
"Ophant."
With no money in your pockets, and a desire for a smooth ride. Yeah, **** it... something simple. Lust for something easy. You speak like anything matters; I complain in the opposing direction. Bleeding, and everyone would care if you'd just ******* show them. Overdriven in lifestyle, by design without purpose. Wearing black, but not poignantly. Cursing because **** it feels so good. Smashing whatever since you don't own anything. Dissenting because you can. Maybe you'll steal **** tomorrow, maybe you'll tell a lie. Breathe in. Cough, choke, turn indigo. You're gonna do just fine.
austin-heath
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
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