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girl on a benchgirl on a benchgirl on a bench
She wears a rose shirt, frayed at the edges and wearing thin with each trip down the path. Her hands tremble lightly and flutter, reaching for the paper bag, brown and crumpled like the one mom used to give her every day before school. Pale fingers twine like ivy around the gift and pull it free of confines, out of the dark into the dark where she can walk different paths, and talk to the face in her dreams. Like
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a wise person once told me, 'if you do drugs, you'll get killed and if you get killed, you lose an important part of your life.'
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congratulations, you've just wasted a moment of your life by reading this signature
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How's Bush supposed to lead a country? Bush couldn't lead nuns to church! Bush couldn't lead fat people to biscuits! Bush couldn't lead a big butt to a rap video!
so yall just be jealous or w/e
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How's Bush supposed to lead a country? Bush couldn't lead nuns to church! Bush couldn't lead fat people to biscuits! Bush couldn't lead a big butt to a rap video!
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What I want I take--**Give me it. Snatch. Run. Trip. Fall.**
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What I want I take--**Give me it. Snatch. Run. Trip. Fall.**
Miss ya! <3
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An Artist is not paid for his labor, but for his vision
All painting should be poetry. Nothing else. No ugliness, no vulgarity, no sordid dirt or chaos or commonness.
Make all your words sweet. You might have to eat them later.
What's been up?
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An Artist is not paid for his labor, but for his vision
All painting should be poetry. Nothing else. No ugliness, no vulgarity, no sordid dirt or chaos or commonness.
Make all your words sweet. You might have to eat them later.
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