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A joke you might say. Something you dress in place of lack. For every other is better. Anything different from the mediocrity. Beautiful, your tal..

With more and more than I ever thought there was, I find disgust. With every move and every intention I illustrate my absolute reserve. Potent you ..

Back before there was this curtain. I kept my finger on the trigger. Now I'm bursting with insults for you. Your attached to her at the hip. Not..

If this was up to me.... I might not be so far away. I feel as if the sun I stare at has burned out. You already know what this is about. Consis..

White as a ghost, your lips blue by the most. You all fucked up. You have seen unpleasantly. Burned finger tips, on my left hand. It comes across..

Between my friends and what is nothing. I find there was once something. But now there is nothing. This is all getting smaller. My gap is farther...

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