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No More Hiding

i will not hide, the way i really am, relationships dont last, so im sticking with my fam, the knife is sure to stab, while the gun it will go blam, there is nothing wrong with me, im just different like a lamb. my eggs are colored green, but my name it isnt sam, i am weak in body strength, but im tough just like a ram, the waters sure to come, i am building my own damn, i was living in a house, now im riding on a tram. i wanna go somewhere, but my life just wants to slam, i just want to use my feet, so im walking on mount tam, i respect the way you live, you are mr. ms. ma'am, i can not try this anymore, because love is just a sham. i have all the items, so much stuff i have to cram, im sour like an apple, but im sweet just like a yam, im sorry i get nervous, and my hands begin to clam, i just want to ride the train, but i guess i missed it...damn.

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Date: 8/20/2013 7:09:00 PM
Hmmm...honesty is the best policy.The truth is an offence but not a shame . The truth is spoken well here.
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Book: Shattered Sighs