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these thoughts these thoughts ! Oh how they never end. I’ve read thy statistics, F/N!
These shoes reek of mother’s feet I shall don them when I’m alone.
With haste I sprung rushing to my telephone. a tweet! 8 more shootings this week.
Lost, like so many Children under my drone.
Father where are you? You’ve left again. With No well to draw from, nor wit to lend. Just a note. I opened its crinkles and folds to find it signed and penned “sorry my boy, Youre nothing but a F/N”
These shoes reek of mother’s feet I shall don them when I’m alone.
With haste I sprung rushing to my telephone. a tweet! 8 more shootings this week.
Lost, like so many Children under my drone.
Father where are you? You’ve left again. With No well to draw from, nor wit to lend. Just a note. I opened its crinkles and folds to find it signed and penned “sorry my boy, Youre nothing but a F/N”
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