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drinking the last drop of my life away hoping ill find it another day anything that comes out is lies, is what others say I try my best to communicate with my inner being and what some call fate how can I when I feel the spiritual hate I wanna speak but afraid I'll say unnecessary crap to be honest my life is just a demonic trap I can't remember the last time I ever ran a lap my family is worried and im a huge mess of a disaster Im trying to run faster and faster Im gonna get known as a fuck'd up baster my emotional touch has lost all feel because we kissed and I know it was real I am your one true only deal my mistakes seem to cross along more I love it all too much, but I don't won't to be a bore I wouldn't want to get looked as ***** my body wiggled and falls like it was reborn I just wanna keep the reply botton on to this **** gosh it's much better then eating a can of corn I have problems that seem like children and have fun they never quit they seem to like this run it could take in any place, like in rainor in the sun
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
***** fish bowl
drinking the last drop of my life away hoping ill find it another day anything that comes out is lies, is what others say I try my best to communicate with my inner being and what some call fate how can I when I feel the spiritual hate I wanna speak but afraid I'll say unnecessary crap to be honest my life is just a demonic trap I can't remember the last time I ever ran a lap my family is worried and im a huge mess of a disaster Im trying to run faster and faster Im gonna get known as a fuck'd up baster my emotional touch has lost all feel because we kissed and I know it was real I am your one true only deal my mistakes seem to cross along more I love it all too much, but I don't won't to be a bore I wouldn't want to get looked as ***** my body wiggled and falls like it was reborn I just wanna keep the reply botton on to this **** gosh it's much better then eating a can of corn I have problems that seem like children and have fun they never quit they seem to like this run it could take in any place, like in rainor in the sun
rare-and-rad
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
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