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The Hidden Truth


People now are just so obtained from plastic. With traits like atheists claiming that they're catholic. If this is new school take it back to classic. I could use as bubble rap to become the total package. And now days everyone expects you just to stay laughing. Ill be the first to make a difference and still outlast em'. This act is washed up, where's the laundry basket? Become trickery and lies has been worn out like a old jacket. And we're supposed to take it as a habit. Because all they want is the green, i'll cook them cabbage. They'll say they're reaching for their dreams, but do nothing to grab it. I tell them it'll be put to sleep, goals on a mattress
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