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Smoked weed all day just to take the pain away.

Cigarettes the same day.

Wanted a new life he told me yes you may.

You can do anything, I can make you sing.

You won't feel anything, No more pain just play my game.

We will never be done.

We feel the same get over the fact that your bodies gone.

You have to finish.

You don;t speak it but you can feel the spanish.

My name is french.

That's my spirits power.

Culture, the bitches will be hopping on me like vultures.

They'll never make it.

I'll end up faking it just to make it.

Well i'm on the outside looking in.

Contemplation of my reflection.

Incorperation, determination, don't contemplate accept your fate and it's absorbtion.

Resolve the stress.

All this time and effort would turn out worthless.

Truce, unity, tranquility. 

Establishment, quality don't forget nobility.

People who don't believe are the damage in the world.

See the subdivision clearly start the path and unfold.

I wrote a damn book. 

I know I'm good but don't take a second look.

I didn't have to try.

Left me asking how and why?

Is it really worth my time?

Living lies you showed me with your action this is your passion it sets you free.

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Book.worm01
<p>thats heart breaking. the pain you covay is one ive grown familure with. too much soo. but you can find happness...somewhere</p>

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