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up late at night


When I write I feel like I don't have talent , not written long or good enough to be like someone I admire . I feel like I work as the worst assailant , don't try hard at all to stick out like a separate attire . I wonder sometimes if I'd live off better with wealth . At the same time I rather would just have good health . I don't see close without taking a good look at it twice . I can re-read your question might take more times rolling a dice . I feel stup-id wait that means dumb , I speak it with a spit , while looking like a bum . I speak it with a lisp or I give it more tongue . While feeling like shit , I go out for a run . I run in my head and I have a great time . I can pop open the red , little bottle old wine . I can get a head , if I focused on the grind . Like my parents said , damn boy you're outta line . I still go outide for walks , even when it's 90 I can still dip my bike for blocks , leaving you children behind me . Fuck my ass up on a skateboard , cuz it's funnier when try to beef Cook a pork in the garage hatch it up on the line make blood splattered up and in and down the street . Sixty people paying or trading their shit to sit close to the window and would kill for a seat . When it's somebody given a chance why do our over watchers have to interfere trans . It's not shit really shit to think about but it definitely makes you rethink about your past . I even analyse shit way too deep the black I wear states a new standard in my stance . Met a lot of fucked up people done a lot if crazy things . The way it ends it up and how it turned out wasn't part of your plans . The devil told me the rest of my fate lies at the stiff cold of my hands . Why does it seem the knife I worship isn't a prayer in a sense ? I am different like a murder . Brought down like a back burner . They'll come after after Iived a thousand more years and I have em in a sand trap yet . I conspiracy remember I found out about our favorite enemy ? He helped us live the way my knowledge been gained I've haven't thought the same since the year hasn't passed it's just a long day ?
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