From day one I talked about getting out, but not forgetting about how all my worst fears are letting out. He said why put a new address on the same old loneliness when breathing just passes the time until we all just get old and die? Now talking's just a waste of breath and living's just a waste of death and why put a new address on the same old loneliness? And this is you and me, and me and you, until we've got nothing left!
"Son, we're worried you've been 'mackin' you some hoes'".
Wait...what?
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hey OSK, remember the first time we talked and you randomly started asking about poetry writing...yeah...still dont know how that came up...
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