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January 06, 2013

Whoever said I can't rap clearly they didn't know my middle school years :)

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Something about me

Eric Church - Springsteen To this day I don't know why but the way she said things about who she wants in her life is pretty much what I ask for anyone. I accept anyone who comes in my life, and I don't want to make any excuses that aren't all true. I accepted you for you. I didn't mind if you were damaged goods, I didn't come from a perfect household. I made mistakes. I didn't mind if you had baggage, e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e has theirs. I took you in by every pound of flesh you have and every inch of mistake you make because I saw you as the very person of you. There are no versions of you that would make me any different. Being human, there is a chance to give in to the idea that sometimes we are bound to make mistakes. If you are reading this, and the mistakes were made clear already then I don't have anything else to say any more about keeping it going. Surely you must know by now I don't expose my music tastes, but I have been opening up to different ge...

Walgreens (Poem)

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The Night 8

Like an adrenaline rush, it rushes you, it keeps you awake at night and when you wake up in the morning your throat is parched. It's the drug inside that keeps you going for more like a pounding, a heavy one and when it gets louder you brace more on what's going to come next. IT's the kill feeling inside of you that wishes it is there. You are there but you are not, your mind is racing through the cracks and keep tripping in the crevices but you keep coming back up with bloodstained face and it's like you want to have more but it tells you enough it is a rushing urgency. It's epic, it's marvelous and it's magnificent but it will tell you: "I am the simplest feeling you will never understand but when you do it everyday you get closer to me as I get closer to you. I don't ever know what happens next and that's for sure because you're in charge of what we do and when we get there I will wait for more of what you have to offer. When the mom...

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