1:26 Rolling the bubb that raised me from the dead i found this logic in my head, if my feigned isn't fed then i shouldn't raise from bed, the path i led from the cradle till now has been about nothing sept getting high. how,in every sense of the word since i heard the bird confess it's sins to me it may even have been a raven that came to me internally, gaining knowledge beyond the earth we see from rainy days to meteor showers on planet galaxy, the powers of ways i see let things be, live and let live and be free never giving up or in to the crowd, i like what life is about now in this little twist i shout...
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