PJ Roy

tell tell

PJ Roy
tell tell

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02 Aug 2019

chilling in the cut, when all else fails corrupt high tail phoney differences abrubt tender full comiserater travels onward lonely stoned belonging condoning rustling dust kicking a fuss. what lust. who trusts anyone other than self. go fuck yours leave all the rest. consideration, no luck, fine tuned pay no mind to the rust. guided by faith no doubt im blind nevertheless I will motherfucker slash son of a bitch call it as you may while believing the worst concieving the word in truth shine a light my way concave convex frequency wave consumed by all the proof in which assuming the need superceding enough to enrage. communicate as incontrollable.. as is uncontained, disillusioned by the wake thrown away reflection at its best moments of clarity remove harsh reality remember to breathe the only constant in this so called life is change taken afraid memory fades take it or leave but dont be telling me that I have better behave real soon catch a felony for digging a grave in too deep down under hard ass clay once repeatedly out now presumably hate left to own right up to everything past future present haunted by a single mistake forsaken lost in tides abating lunar vacancy cant figure that time be waxing or waned

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chilling in the cut, when all else fails corrupt high tail phoney differences abrubt tender full comiserater travels onward lonely stoned belonging condoning rustling dust kicking a fuss. what lust. who trusts anyone other than self. go fuck yours leave all the rest. consideration, no luck, fine tuned pay no mind to the rust. guided by faith no doubt im blind nevertheless I will motherfucker slash son of a bitch call it as you may while believing the worst concieving the word in truth shine a light my way concave convex frequency wave consumed by all the proof in which assuming the need superceding enough to enrage. communicate as incontrollable.. as is uncontained, disillusioned by the wake thrown away reflection at its best moments of clarity remove harsh reality remember to breathe the only constant in this so called life is change taken afraid memory fades take it or leave but dont be telling me that I have better behave real soon catch a felony for digging a grave in too deep down under hard ass clay once repeatedly out now presumably hate left to own right up to everything past future present haunted by a single mistake forsaken lost in tides abating lunar vacancy cant figure that time be waxing or waned

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