Drowning In The Name Of
Life is out to get me. I need somewhere to hide and pretend people like smiling! Menthols and green that embrace your habitual response ease your stride regardless of the hatred within- the mommy loves you. Packing bags for trains buses and stumbles while skipping; tomorrow's a better day with gold and blue, horizontal floating along with "jesus's
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