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You've cut off the fruit from the throat of the loom People tell me I'm odd enough without drugs. I have a tendency to rip my heart beating from my breast. I cry over the smallest dripplet of spilled milk. I carry all the love for people in my heart while hating them concurrently. I can't make up my mind on life, please don't wait for a verdict you may grow more cob webs then the broken support beam to my soul. Form your own opinion for once, read on and I plead with you don't run its only words...a statement from the most naive adults. We have guns and bombs and war, disaster and goverment, but the most powerful weapon is just as easily breathed into out soul as it is exhalled...be careful what insults you throw, they could be the destruction of someones world.
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