Privet clicks and segregated sorrows. Never gaining trust, and only losing respect. I?m shoved and spat at. Forced to accept their feelings of post judgment, how they preordain my placement ill never know. No more. I dance with no strings attached.
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Tuesday, 19 October 2004 Privet clicks and segregated sorrows. Never gaining trust, and only losing respect. I?m shoved and spat at. Forced to accept their feelings of post judgment, how they preordain my placement ill never know. No more. I dance with no strings attached.
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