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Truthfully, I'm physically imprisoned in rhombus of people of who refuse to listen. Pressure creates diamonds but it doesn't make them glisten, so remember this when I come up missing.
I'm trying... like really, really trying to escape. All of my money goes in a safe, while Jesus forecasts long waits with heavy weights. Don't talk to me. Don't bother me. I'm in a different state entirely... with a way different mentality, so don't come around me if you've hardly held Matt Hardy points in my brownies.
"Somebody gonna getta hurt real bad"
I'm moving like a deadbeat dad in my best Russell Peters impression, since my absence will be some children's greatest lesson. I told their mothers they'll never look like me to begin with but I always provide gifts for those I get in bed with. But just in case you missed it, I routinely throttle shtick shifts on childish mischief manifested from extremely low midriffs. Yes, I'm discovering a new no limit, but the resolve has only been cemented. I'm tired. I'm annoyed. I'm livid, but don't make me get explicit.
My lungs scream to stay silent… so bind my hands so I can stay non-violent, fake people ruin real lives and I'm trying to fight it, but there's real tears in my eyes and I have to hide it.
"I'm good. I'm just excited."
In many ways I've increased enemies on my weak days and lost friends on my weekdays, so I've been a lot more aggressive on the freeways. Some could tell I'm going places but now I'm visibly hurried, so all of my blockers are extremely worried. When they limit vision they lose their position and my attention.
I said a while back they'll never get the best of me, but now they won’t get the rest of me.