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People are rioting in the streets of D.C., a plague is upon us, from Wuhan's best fresh meats, Syria fights and bombs their own, women and children lie dead in that town.
Perhaps one more before I go. This one is dedicated to the men, a man’s height beneath the floor. Sitting in chairs, until the room starts spinning.
Now Folks.... My Phone’s SMART Tech REJECTED My First Text... !!! In A Way That Really Caused My Head To STRESS... !!! So I Guess That It Was Meant For ME To Now Get VEX...
Her sleeves of compassion juice my mind Materalism tears seem to grow wings of kind this rain waxes new worlds oh the juice of my brain Set my sample fantasies on blind edge, broken heart
why is mute: so hard for you? get it in your brain it's not so hard to compute words couldn't help with the pain that became..so acute so in-tuned with who i was
I would like to learn how to draw an otter My mother’s at sea and I’m her daughter I daren’t go; I’m so scared of water
"My destiny calls I fight the urge to fall As if death could be worse I wish to break this curse But as I look around I hear a strange new sound Laughter in the depths Allowing me to rest."