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"And... you got no control 'pon desperation neither your desperation got any realm ov'r the heart & 'tis the very foremost & eccentric reason ..
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"Alright, yo up, man?""yeah""then listen to me, i've got much to get myself bled inam no sinner but the world got me sinnedsinful soul i'm..living beh..
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"eh.. yo, Mia..knock, knock," i knocked at her cave"Mia.. ""yo man, may be, she's sleepingbut ah, it's 10:15A.Mwhat she might be doing?Meh.. Twerk...y..
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It’s2:10A.M--“MyBloggingTime--iheard a slight... a veryslightpit-pat-patter of humpty--dumpty rainfallingup on myroof.Its essence-thedropl..
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I.Dehydratedthroat;Parchedtongue...longedtogulpsomewaterdownbutthemoreiswallowed‘H2o’,Morebodysquirmedtoget..soothedov’rthenight..ti..
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An ash's dark so is its color, grey/graysometimes, the life does bark. . .especially when am fluke to cold--astrayi don't consider anything real. . .w..
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(i)"..ahtheimplicationsoflifeihatebeingconfrontedbypast,not-soconfinedohmypresent&...theroottoreachfuture,un-divinedtheworldgonelostininfatuation&..
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HadneverseenyourthatsideGladyourevealedyourselftome,latenightCatastrophiclovei’vehadbroughtmestereotypes,indis-guiseIsavored ‘emwell; sipp..
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FoescomeundisguisedwithfriendsFriendswalkoff your lifeinguiseofenemiesEv’ngoddamnpeoplecome&go& get fade-d away......hell damn lost, som..
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Theworldpropelling deep intothewoodlandofremotedaysHardlytheoneconfrontingwhatlifesaysEverything loomed brokenasquicklyasphenomenallyit quakedSometime..
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