“Passion, wasted life” with a casket of a soul not alive my thoughts of tragic, fuck my “Strategies that shoots for the star of magic.” Pour up the liquor words are being bitter!! “I’m at war, my corps will show for a sinner of course the heart will skip a beat no judge that will sentence me. Velcro like a bond your blood is the soft side that attach to the rough side. Plot your goals to your soul it will start the pilot of your Novel. Listen to your goals super glue your obstacles. Be a man of your on curse even though you know things will get worse. “Yes” I admit, I cant spell, so many articles of mine comes from Hell. The words that are real, pop the pill to dissolve like a Fairy Tale. “Sell your drugs” thugs with the printed of a thumb. I’m off balance more focused when I’m not sober swerve the lane “bozz in the vain.” Cut the fabric to name brands of fashion. Health insurance helps you through your accident. Being buzz will kill your soul while driving. The blood will stain your clothes death will me over. No more plots of death when I’m sober. Will Jesus give me my halo or say fuck it by ashen on the flow to down below like the devil. Invest in your self or get abuse by a built make your mine with a fake smile of a time. 2018 needs to make my dreams come alive. Be a savage like a root of a real tree after the 6 day it will be a new year of me. Eve makes sense to pre-gaming the life of the day with good hopes being with me.
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