A Fucking Tree!,
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sun, Jul 17, 2016
Man I don't know just like sit back and hold on or something, your minds about to be blown by this junction! What see fir yourself after you die?
Ever just think about being a fucking tree?
Bet you haven't at all!
For need for that all?
But I'd want to be a tree!
So read if you want,
I honestly don't give a shit!
I'm not you and don't know what your into.
Although never be scared to try,
For a good risk
Could have a great out come.
As Imma tell you why I wanna he a tree!
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