I'm sorry for whatever it was "I'm sorry" my bees couldn't buzz not sweet as honey not much value as money I gave you a laugh now it's funny walking right by me without an interest plunging holes in this thin vest of pain, with every intentions to jump because you took me for a tump "now am in pain" out smoking blunts upon these tree stumps, feeling high off thoughts doped within each talk no mutual connection to warm my heart that beats like your foot steps running away with my happiness..
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