The State is what Obama's hope means to me. Just them working together doing new material, is enough to.. enough to... hold on... I can't do this. I just can't. I remember being happy. I remember fields of steel and lamposts glowing cotton colors to abused food. I sit alone here, and I just wish to hope to wonder... its the shadow's cast and how things don't grow in the dark. If I ever am to be a better person I must choose: follow The State or forge my own path? The road is dark and Washington generals.
Kevin Allison: I loved you most of all
Adidums: they have 4 stripe
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