If God had a master plan.
shit! my mom just saw a picture of me smoking!
shit shit shit!
she didn't say anything though
i don't know why!
shit shit shit!
she didn't say anything though
i don't know why!
and sixty years old Mommy just looks on it in a worry.
With no little tear, with no pity love. It's all in a story.
Scrummin' thoughts apparently would just make light feel of a sorry.
And the only question will ring: "What I've made so wrong?"
But terrible picture frankly screams: "It's too late in the core!"
This Image will print the traces like a photo disposes
forever freezed second of case with untold fully words.
Music: Eminem - Like Toy Soldiers.
And I'm smiling cuz it's only I can feel on high.
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