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Aug 14
blissful peace, what I represent
giving you the worst, when there's nothing left
chipping in the dirt, work brings me stress
but I fester in it though
lo behold, how the trees glow
strobe lights always gleamin
feasting in the deep ends

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dreams of getting outta bad habits
i'm anxious, that's a bad factor
fact of matter, I'm a cash grabber
pitter patter, how I tap dance
through these chapters
he's a fiend, addict
I bleed batter.
it's hard to find a flow
tahj
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tahj  16/M/United States
(16/M/United States)   
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