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BLACK BOOK


The arguing, the teasing, passive aggretion, child protections asking questions but adults still molesting. God is real so you belive stressed from daily prares bleeding in my knees. i keep restrained from a dangrous game, the bullets aim struck me inside my brain. obbsessive thinking so im turning psycotic, the main topics why my life had no options. I know friends that are pill popping with no caution until the feel that cops come knocking. Naw im not following down a no life road, i was told by a ghost that coke will leave you broke. i recently suffered a sports injury that led to my miseries, look what it did to me. thinking positive mentally turned my insane brain to a little centipede.

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<p>very expressive</p><p>keep building your creative ideas</p>

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