Summer pl.
In poisoned mind's we try to find, the good in people, around their lives. It's hard to tell, it's hard to see, the purpose of this, more than free. So much surrounding at one time, the pressures tend to build. I start to break, begin to fall, in poisoned minds, I had it all.
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