The tip of the iceberg

All we ever know about each other is just-the tip of the iceberg

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I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
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No homo though, cuz uh, this is Hip Hop. Where people are more accepting if you’ve killed a man than if you’ve made love to one. Hip Hop. Like how Zimmerman was scared of Skittles, these guys are scared of rainbows.”

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