She's forcing my hand

I promise you I will write it, when I am alone, it pours out.  I can't write anything happy, yet happy is how I feel.  Its alway sunny in philledelphia, it's not art, just words I'm throwing out.  I got a message I cannot read, I got a message I cannot share. No I havent got anything yet. GROWL I belch out from my gut!


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