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“I’m dope |
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It was for you. |
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When we are home. |
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Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips. |
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It is our striving to heal the joint hurt |
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Just bastards punish people fore telling the truth |
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Hide your drunkenness from the wickets |
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Whatever prevents you from seeing the beauty of others, denies you the beauty of your own. |
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Never lie to her |
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I burn inside when I see cold people. |