I'm still talking so much shit. But shit was never that bizarre. I run my mouth like I know you and all the things you are. But I won't put it into words. I know your big ego still hurts. As bad as you may be I know that I'm probably still worse. I'm still the same; watching seasons change. Are we what we became?
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