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I am a Pencil Artist
BreathOfTheSlain
18/Male/United States
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joseph
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
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Don't fret precious I'm here. Step away from the window. Go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come Count the bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
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Don't fret precious I'm here. Step away from the window. Go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come Count the bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums
no im going to Art Institute, are you going to bucks?
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
I wanted to go there but my mom wont let me Y___Y Do you see Mike Schwab there?
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Don't fret precious I'm here. Step away from the window. Go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come Count the bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums
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ombray grigsby
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
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ombray grigsby
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
Im good
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ombray grigsby
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Don't fret precious I'm here.
Step away from the window.
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
hey are you goin to bucks?
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Don't fret precious I'm here.
Step away from the window.
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
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In the depths of darkness, when I hit rock bottom, battered and beaten. I walk on ignoring my blisters and scars, ignoring my pain and despair. Going against the sharp winds I wander looking for your warm embrace
Do you see Mike Schwab there?
--
Don't fret precious I'm here.
Step away from the window.
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
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