Soak the pain and strain from my body, hands and fingers.

He was a mysterious looking man.

Write about anything that grieves,

And I got as far as opening up my email.

Don't try to alter them, or repost it, like a twitter post.

It's tough, honestly, trying to get accustomed to people who only,

It's called a Spring Awakening

I must

The after thought of some bad decision.

Buddha, says:

I'm getting jacked up on my words

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