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Uncommitted

Meh, don't care. I don't live by any kind of creed, Don't really hear any damsels in need, So in reality there's no need for me to mount a majestic steed, Or make intricate charms out of candy beads, What does it matter if I leave my clothes on the floor it's my home I have the deed, And my wilted grass looks marvelous thank you so I have no intention of buying seed, If you're wondering why I'm so happy I'll give you a good lead, I let the outside world take care of itself because why bother with what's happening downstairs.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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