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Layout made by Destiny15 im from Saldanha South Africa but we recently moved to the Texas, U.S. its certainly a change and i just recently got my citizenship, i just got my first job, working for a living its the American way, and the only thing more American is having other people work for you ------------------------------------------------------------- "As immituratiy may be a result of certain chemical imbalances, so may the freaknicks flick the trigger on a sucker, they sing stuck in a rut- pig style, worry about death when its done come and gone, mental earthquakes and conversation mistakes, juevinille penile pole projections, they casually smashingly refer to as life,destiny or chemical emotions are seceptible all others are reprehensible, if dark holes are peep shows then the eyes are a window to this amorous world- that is all
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theres a drug, you take it, its pleasing, makes you feel great,you feel like your on top of the world, untouchable, when ever you have it the expierence just gets better, but then it starts to get weaker, you become dependent, lose focus, make mistakes, get in trouble, reality gets distorted, days run together, and when its all over, you wonder whats has happened to the ruin that had become your life, but that name resonates through your mind, "Alura une",
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at some point the lines are blurred, and there isnt very much light, the sky, scoarched, dismal and left in an uneasy truce with the coming twilight. There isnt a lot that could have bin done, its not as if the world could stop turning, and all those endless waltz's through the colums that held up that faining sound, sounds of despair, or destitution, de regiuer, a drop of water, moons that arent ever full, a respect of the coming tide, receading into its own embrace,
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the fields are endless, golden, sun drenched and esotaric, they wain unto the sky, sunflowers, in the wind, foot prints that leave no trace in the sands, always peaceful but morose, and all those cherry blossoms fall like a shadow of magenta and bright sheets of pink, blissful, blissfully and without apprehension, walking threw their feather touch, a thousand senses, arise and exite, the days are long, stars wheel overhead, the sun doesnt digress, and she sits among them, at peace in sadness sa de mha
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