suicidal ramble part 1A Poem by winter;lyra
do you feel
do you feel like do you feel like dying trying to hit the prize monday morning, i hit the prize weather: meh money: meh b*****s: meh breathing wise i will survive got my stacks i will provide (no compromise) black on black that's camouflage watch your step that's trap and spikes gotta go fast like could be sega night that's sailor's stride (but i will survive) (b***h) © 2018 winter;lyra |
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Added on June 22, 2018 Last Updated on June 22, 2018 Author
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