Sickness
Shyner
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Your weapon is oppression
It will fade like your ammo
What a waste of time
It will change for mine
On towards a storm
Weathered like a torn acl
I will climb the mountain
Giving myself to hell
Just to be with you
Lol the write is left
And then there's nothing
It will fade like your ammo
What a waste of time
It will change for mine
On towards a storm
Weathered like a torn acl
I will climb the mountain
Giving myself to hell
Just to be with you
Lol the write is left
And then there's nothing
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Sick of ya hon. I've read books and written poems that make you look like a lost child literally.
Take your whining down the road jack.
Don't come back.
I mean shananana shananana heyheyhey goodbye