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my whole life is a struggle but i wake every day with a smile on my face an my middle finger up high. LOL. A pen to a piece of paper happens to be my best friend, and the cursive stallions i ride through the white staight lines are my power. |
The devil crept into my house and rested in one of...
all the while in the pits of his pain screaming...
For us time stands still awaiting for us to resume...
my body will remain dressed, uncarressed...