the closer you get to truth the further you get from luck. he coulda been a cowboy if he ain’t cared so damn much. when I’m on my own I’m perfect. when I love you, I’m a mess. uncertainty is everywhere, everyone doing their best. the bad habits are all mutual, no doubt the care as well. things wouldn’t need to be so spiritual if we weren’t so often facing hell. their repertoire impresses and they play with their whole hearts. if you think that joke’s regressive wait til you hear about my farts.

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