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Here is my every other... 15 minutes until the hour- I have my tech tool powwow to scowl, 30 minutes from the end- I'm in the descend, I know I'm the key to this pen, I know I know how to spend... But the people are there to descend, and they loved being alone without my advice and rent. So many different problems I've personally never experienced arrived, Guns, Drugs, Bad Adults, Spies... I want mine- 145 years alive, I want to dine, in the distance with the friends who are alive- But I can't... I'm not conceded like an appointed hump, I'm just endangered and a little bleeded, like I have no other, like I am a dove in an oven, So don't tingle-tangle with them, Represent this! Exemplify the print! It's older than Bible spins! It's cold as me in the fires of ancient fins- forget desire's so that this can reward you heart'd and leave them with no other mother to inspire, get at the slow jam because they aren't fast enough to perspire! Do this thing! Be a M'F'in' Tower! Be that that doesn't design or cower!