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the struggle was never real i put it on myself been thinking about some stuff I wish I never did if there's a pill to make some people forget about how I used to be I'd go broke buying them I remember every feeling and its a love hate thing burgundy carpets smell like my ashed get aways fabreeze helped a little running on albuterol but still the fastest my dosage is high but you're breathing harder my mind has been scattered all day I need someone to tell me something about how they feel about me don't know what matters and I dont know if it should matter my sd card is running out of space, I need some space been ducking the wind lately im convinced im fairly happy but im not a fair type of person my way beats the highway so **** a double seater a coupe is nice but I've damaged my lungs too much to damage the earth time isn't so much of a problem anymore so I ride my bike slowly, no need for the speed shifts Im shirtless only when I'm alone at home, what does that tell you? I wanna try a different genre but people wont **** with me, tears dry anyway change is good
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
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the struggle was never real i put it on myself been thinking about some stuff I wish I never did if there's a pill to make some people forget about how I used to be I'd go broke buying them I remember every feeling and its a love hate thing burgundy carpets smell like my ashed get aways fabreeze helped a little running on albuterol but still the fastest my dosage is high but you're breathing harder my mind has been scattered all day I need someone to tell me something about how they feel about me don't know what matters and I dont know if it should matter my sd card is running out of space, I need some space been ducking the wind lately im convinced im fairly happy but im not a fair type of person my way beats the highway so **** a double seater a coupe is nice but I've damaged my lungs too much to damage the earth time isn't so much of a problem anymore so I ride my bike slowly, no need for the speed shifts Im shirtless only when I'm alone at home, what does that tell you? I wanna try a different genre but people wont **** with me, tears dry anyway change is good
I dont want to be in this mall
david-bojay
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
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