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Abrupt Excuses of the Ancients

I write what I feel because what I feel cannot be touched.

i dont know if i know how to stay

you’ll know when I’m listening

But it’s the explosions that you’re known for

You cannot hide the evidence of a fire.

When You Lose Everything, You Can Do Anything

Nothing says ‘springtime’ quite like the smell of your own seared flesh against your motorcycle’s exhaust pipe.

I’ve been working like a dog

A hard day’s night

Always Ready, Always There

Hey rich people! What’s it like having matching silverware?

Sorry Not Sorry

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