cop puts his gun in a holster, his job is done, implanting fear my stomach hurts, why the hell am i here? i'm trying not to get arrested, so i walk down the street can you feel the pain populating my feet? can you avoid discovery, can you avoid the rush or the sweet taste of that strawberry crush? and the sweet memory fades slowly, there is the rain i watch the sweat swirl down the drain and slowly i believe that change is going to come that i begin to heal, away from feeling dumb the answer is c, let them see just what you and being your friend means to me but the question has to be asked, my wonderful dear what did i accomplish, and why the hell am i here??Birth sign: Aries
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