“My sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve said. ”

“My sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve said. ”

Wandering Soul

Hello

Nice Hands.

The Loss Of Poetry

Everyone Who;S Ever Left Me, Comes Back. And That&Amp;Rsquo;S A Shame Because I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Care.

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Love Me Harder

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Brutalgeneration: Melbourne (By ►Cubagallery)

Brutalgeneration: 033_33 (By Michael P Vader)

&Amp;Ldquo;We&Amp;Rsquo;Re Graduating. Now We Go To College, Start A Career, Midlife Crisis, Death.&Amp;Rdquo; -Kid In My Class. Calm Down. That Was Hilarious.

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