Angels and demons are in season, scheming on the reasons you’re breathing. If you don’t believe it, you’ll be freezing in the treason by which you’ve MISLEADed in people you’ve greeted. Overstand the political contraband in order to lend a helping hand. Uh-huh. You’re a saint. Purposely imperfect, disturbed by the forfeit you’ve dirt-ed. When it’s your time, you’ll get what’s your’s, because it’s worth it for certain. “thatdudeeddie rhymes for the sake of rhyming.” No.
~That Dude Eddie~
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