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Oh me, oh my. Why do I try, Its like sticking a camel through the miniture eye of a needle, I see thru every facade. The things I love have been deemed me odd. Oust the judgment which effects the mental of the masses, whose glasses started half full. Now they're half empty, No problem solved simply by lying and cheating and all of that bull. Influenced to forgive and forget, my mind, in time, forgot. Now I realize who im not. Not phoney or fake, I'll make a mistake This here is me and all that I got.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
The Confession
Oh me, oh my. Why do I try, Its like sticking a camel through the miniture eye of a needle, I see thru every facade. The things I love have been deemed me odd. Oust the judgment which effects the mental of the masses, whose glasses started half full. Now they're half empty, No problem solved simply by lying and cheating and all of that bull. Influenced to forgive and forget, my mind, in time, forgot. Now I realize who im not. Not phoney or fake, I'll make a mistake This here is me and all that I got.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
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