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neglected
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Alexander Beetle
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Words joined by underscore, but never blathered, waiting.
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Alexander Beetle
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Nobody'd blathered this word until NOW?! Jeez!
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Sonya
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Souls trapped in clean cut cubicles, convinced that they have it made. Getting their 401k plans in order, unaware of what is being paid. They come home to their condos, and lay down on their beds. They embrace a false purpose, that was forced into their heads. So day in and day out they continue, convinced that they have it made. They try to feel some self worth, unaware of what is being paid. Love is traded for a few bucks, A few fucks, but nothing real. When these souls are neglected, They lose their ability to feel.
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unhinged
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i just wanted a hug
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020504
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farmfish
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i be givin' you one right now.
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020504
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unhinged
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i like your edition to the journey book fishie :) thanks for the hugs guys...i feel it but i really wish they were real.
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Syrope
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taking_turns
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060501
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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