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I would walk down the street, Fist clenched Waving a banner of red. Hollering, crying about issues that honestly didn't concern me. Feeling so gun-ho about my resolutions, Starting mini "cultural Revolutions" Or so I called Contention at the time. I was so much older than, I'm younger now. I would play Love like an out of tune guitar, playing many different chords, and rifts. The song I played, was one of anguish and void of hope, It was no longer love. My heart has matured And I learned to see with my eyes..... Instead of my hate. Bottled up and rotten to the very core Oh how old I was back than. I'm younger than that now
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
Im younger than that now
I would walk down the street, Fist clenched Waving a banner of red. Hollering, crying about issues that honestly didn't concern me. Feeling so gun-ho about my resolutions, Starting mini "cultural Revolutions" Or so I called Contention at the time. I was so much older than, I'm younger now. I would play Love like an out of tune guitar, playing many different chords, and rifts. The song I played, was one of anguish and void of hope, It was no longer love. My heart has matured And I learned to see with my eyes..... Instead of my hate. Bottled up and rotten to the very core Oh how old I was back than. I'm younger than that now
I wrote this with the same ideology  of zimmerman
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kyle-horstmann
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
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