tampered thoughts
done with the bullshit ignorance is bliss they tell me get use to it well the devils in disguise and im using it...trying to knock on my mind..just know you'll never get through to it my insightful thought have been tampered with thus i keep them hidden soo much controversy behind them like abortions...if i was to say my true thought death through the lips id be a shoe in...
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