standing out on the harrowing precipice holding something sweet in his hand
he screams and yells, damning your fucking name demanding a confrontation
staring deep down, searching for the rumored fear
determined to stare down the crazy hellish behemoth he faced in years gone by
a long way away he hears the fair and cant figure which was the last experience
screams himself sore looks back sits down checks the watch and all he wants is something to lean up against
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a long way away he hears the fair and cant figure which was the last experience
fell in love with that line.
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