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Jul 31
Walking on the stars, soles covered in mud
My predecessors left me a cut covered in blood
One lead feather sinking call that falling up
Dig deep till that cut releases a flood

Heart
Beats
pushing products
up the stats.
Slowing down, need the uppers stat
Get me up to speed before the crash
I got needs more important I got wants
Got deals on the low cheese for the rats
First thing to sell is yourself so get that cash
They love my product its just me they hate
Everyday I sell out so I know I'll get a plate
Still its not enough so I surround myself with trash
I've flown all the way up to the bottom at last
A drop of blood from stone never felt so vast
Bard
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Bard  27/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(27/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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