more stolen poetry, although the person knows its stolen, this really isnt stolen, its a misunderstanding, really

Really imagine this
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Society promises of life
The sweet king will talk to me within my heart and
I will see the End of frowning
in a tunneling sea
If you can get within me
I will happily grant you happiness as
i am the true jo smith


Giving up is accepting the hemorrhoid of life
life
Feel different about this thing that i am new true you sleept i weept
find god