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Published: 2017-08-16 17:20:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 125; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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I lost my only pen and consequently lost my headSell my psyche .99 only once a month take me away burn everything leave me in the little box you made I'm here I'm here tell me what are my fears slowly dying of irony in a living room with prepackaged food if living is four walls well haha I'm living it up
The crescendo sounds like hey you wanna beer don't think about your fears fortisimo bounce legs grit teeth grip chair turn on the tv live bicariously try to get the experience through fire wire liars
My eyes are melting the chicken is burning smoke alarm living spontaus combust (ie watch porn smoke weed ride the bus)
I am the walking dead the champion of keeping it down when all I want is to scream and run around
