When I walk down the street and see clusters of garbled writing, I get curious and document them. Some people have a lot to say but no audience to share with, so any surface can become a canvas on which they leave their thoughts.
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I want you to begin paying me...if I walk out again you lose.Even though you're already
Why do you always want to make me cry?I know you been telling lies cusI see it in your eyes!You tell me Baby I'm sorry!You tell me you won't leave me alone.With our history why do you keep dissing me?
When death finds you, may it find you alive♥︎♥︎♥︎
Your demon's possess your form:Mine form my posse︎;"A Street Writer"
YOU SUCKi RULEDONT FORGETMEATHEAD POWER
Fuck The7-11 StealWhat u canCause theyStealing our jobsAnd throw awayfood that couldFeed homelessWe can't even eatGarbage, while theySteal government money