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Walang forever sa taong bitter Pero pano ka naman di ma bbitter Kung yung ex mo kasi cheater Sa una lang magaling Susundin lahat ng hiling Kala mo naman gwapo. FEELING! Chos. Gwapo nga siya Kaya nga lapitin ng disgrasya Ubos ang pera sa’king alkansya Ginagasta pang dota niya Pati sa ibang babae. Walanghiya! Susumbong ko siya kay kuya. Minahal ko yun nang todo Matalino ako pero naging bobo Ang dali niya pala akong naloko Siya pa nakipaghiwalay Sa chat pa. Jusq dai! Walang itlog ka bai.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
BWISET KA.
in a house full of                                   nothing the camera l u r k s like a ****** silently                                                      watches the floor weep into it's --------------------------------------FOUNDATION-------------------------------------------- and the knock!                  knock!                    knock! coming from the                                                                 closet door echos chos    hos    os and we sit and stare at heart-winning photographs; the children we used to be                                                        we  silently seep in the remembrance; narcissus was    not      in        love with himself he was   in     love        with          h-h i-i s-s   s-s h-h a-a d-d o-o w-w, the perceived                                                         nothing Just a trick of  -   -   -   light f a   l     l      i       n         g out of books like l e   a    v     e      s of emotion, like F        A                  T                               H                                           O                                                           M                                                                            S                                                    of suffering                                                 /  T / O / R / N / from your l  i  p  s like black tar on your s   k   i   n   camouflage for the                     A              B                 Y                      S                       S
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
ash tree lane
in a house full of                                   nothing the camera l u r k s like a ****** silently                                                      watches the floor weep into it's --------------------------------------FOUNDATION-------------------------------------------- and the knock!                  knock!                    knock! coming from the                                                                 closet door echos chos    hos    os and we sit and stare at heart-winning photographs; the children we used to be                                                        we  silently seep in the remembrance; narcissus was    not      in        love with himself he was   in     love        with          h-h i-i s-s   s-s h-h a-a d-d o-o w-w, the perceived                                                         nothing Just a trick of  -   -   -   light f a   l     l      i       n         g out of books like l e   a    v     e      s of emotion, like F        A                  T                               H                                           O                                                           M                                                                            S                                                    of suffering                                                 /  T / O / R / N / from your l  i  p  s like black tar on your s   k   i   n   camouflage for the                     A              B                 Y                      S                       S
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F          orever R                eal E  chos in my life is     E                         lectric.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
F R E E /hat.
RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT The Word to me became a secret, which i re-sired to risk-over; to her it was a cravancy, which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers cho-zen. -- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.                                            I tried to picture it,                                           stores of data as they moved through the mind.                                                                               What did they Store away?                                        Hopes?                                        Dreams?                                        Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?                                        I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.                                        And then, one moment... 7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it. Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.                                                I got it. Frank: It was strange the way it happened.            Suddenly... you get a brache!            All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.            What a sucker you've been,            what a FTOOL you've been.            The answer was there all the time.             It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.             AN ACCIDENT!             And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.             that elusive thought, that...             thought that is the test of freedom...             YES I have that data!             I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE! STOP: TURN THOUGHT
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
The Letter-Ing: chos-zen threads
RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT The Word to me became a secret, which i re-sired to risk-over; to her it was a cravancy, which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers cho-zen. -- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.                                            I tried to picture it,                                           stores of data as they moved through the mind.                                                                               What did they Store away?                                        Hopes?                                        Dreams?                                        Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?                                        I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.                                        And then, one moment... 7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it. Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.                                                I got it. Frank: It was strange the way it happened.            Suddenly... you get a brache!            All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.            What a sucker you've been,            what a FTOOL you've been.            The answer was there all the time.             It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.             AN ACCIDENT!             And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.             that elusive thought, that...             thought that is the test of freedom...             YES I have that data!             I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE! STOP: TURN THOUGHT
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Lust Officially Velvet Electrifying Fever Ocean Rooms Electronics Vinyls Echos Rebounds
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
Love Forever