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Can't keep em but they promise. Always lie about being honest. Do a good deed to brag an talk about how they modest.

Mod-est yeah that's it the add-on's more than the beloved Google's.

These pastries re-tarts filled fake fellies worse than toaster strudels.

Haters suck more than bong hits, talk about "my songs lit" egos make me vomit, make me out this space like Haley's comet.

They wanna break every bone you got, drop you like a hot potato then tell you, you ain't hot.

They hate rather your a yes or no, rather your to still or to busy on the go, tell you, you suck, then they tell you, you blow, fuck it opinions still come and go.

They change like the weather first your worse and their better, you shine brighter and they glitter up or whatever.

Everything's such competition, to bad most ain't even competint enough to complete a mission let alone have the persitancy to steady 20/20 visions.

Anywho yet again I always return no matter how many scars cuts bruises or burns may e I'm naive and I just never learn or maybe just maybe I'm just not so concerned.

It's not like anyone's perfected, we all gotta default, something defected.

So what even, we all got demons, even the best ain't what they seem'n and most of what meets the eye only goes as far as what perception is see'n.