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Do you also wince at the seeds of a watermelon crawling there inside your mouth? Do you also feel the bile inside begin swelling? No way now it won't come out. I eat only the ripest from the market yet am forced to spit out with haste. All the maggots and vermin seem to target just the fruit I yearn to taste. Life is a malicious prankster and whatever grows are her tools. If you're handed lemons, don't thank her- for the only ones who take it are fools.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
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Do you also wince at the seeds of a watermelon crawling there inside your mouth? Do you also feel the bile inside begin swelling? No way now it won't come out. I eat only the ripest from the market yet am forced to spit out with haste. All the maggots and vermin seem to target just the fruit I yearn to taste. Life is a malicious prankster and whatever grows are her tools. If you're handed lemons, don't thank her- for the only ones who take it are fools.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
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