strange

strange the world looks like a globe he turning turning arround my head. when he go stop i want see all colors of the Rainbow peace full in my head people turning arround like freaks searching for what they maybe never will find i see clowns freaks ghost all kind off stuff in my mind ohh lets stop this crazy idiot things out my mind
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Posted: Jan 2014
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thought

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