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Please don't come back for my dead body in the Woods. At least there my corpse would be the king of the Flies And my soulless body won't only be home to Depression and Anxiety and
Is this really it? Nothing more, nothing less?  I have to ask, Is this really it? The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch? Offices, highways, business card masks,
I want to be happy, but happiness is fickle, Because we're only promised pursuit Not joy on a platter:
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
You want change you say, and here you all are preaching it. Preaching it to please. Please who? Yourselves? Pu-lease.           Oh, oh, oh! I'll change lives.
who do you think you are you know the extent of my volnerabillity you are aware that i am but a delecate china doll yet you expect me to allow you to hold me 
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore. That dress you are wearing is so last season. You haven't post anything on Facebook yet. The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
Did i land here or was i left here to be who i am? Or to be what i am? When dew sets on the leaves of my seeking thoughts I soak up unforetold answers wondering through an enchanted hall of questions
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