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Not By Me. 19 years later 800 ***** a year. Zero ***** Lick Not 1 Hand Job Not 1 Give A **** On The Scene been Charging You **** with creg I built Mac ATM 6 9 No ***** all people So many people What if we stack at once Ill forgive you then once You speak twice Don Juan's **** A Blue 100 Donjamins Big Zack Not 1 Naked Sacred I talk to God God she doesn't say much She wont reply Ill die
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
"You Got **** But It Wasn't Mine" By: Z-Man
How wrong can one living entity be? If I were to prove the possibility of constantly, Alongside the concept of completely If I were to say to you it's daily, weekly, monthly, yearly And remind of the times it's happens a couple minutes early If I were to let you see, Let you watch it play out in me, Would you keep questioning me? Would you finally let me be? Just leave me to wallow in this myriad of pity Allowing me to then get back to tripping over my own two feet for at least the rest of my eternity I'm okay with it, really ©2024
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Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 2:15 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Somber Plea ~•§•~
If you’ve got a letterbox you’ll end up getting junk mail which will usually be on a weekly basis and without fail. _________________
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
Simple Observation #315 - If you've got a letterbox ......
This girl has a mask, trying her best to be great and different She own a lot of compliments from people, her happiness depend on it. And she loves attention more than cheetos
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Who is she?
i take a step back into myself  as the last golden brown leaf crumbles into dust upon the delicate caress of your callused, cracked fingertips. you will find me once again, breathing down your neck and into your ear, creating ripples of chills that freeze down each vertebrae of your spine. adaption is a process that you can never seem to catch when the cool spring breezes that once warmed your smile have given way to the morning dew frozen now into frost.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Ode to Winter (WWC #58)
I. fumbling fingertips, bounce upon the cold aluminum surface. the chills don't reach your nerves. you ask questions. II. repeat. day on repeat. not shuffle. same album 5 times in a row. walks on sunday. ever stagnant. acceptability of circumstance. III. apologies to the self and to the others. masking goodbyes with see you later. flash of memories, fabricated nostalgia. you have no answer.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Trilogy of the Living