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07-09-2012, 06:01 PM
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Numba 1 fukki
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Been Dead
I stand on my head,
to bleed the truth, my screaming veins I been dead for days needing the feel and warm scent Betrayed my saviour touch I curled up alone, A safety zone, outlined, I call the epitome despair keeps the rot away Pretend I'm yelling at myself There's nothing there So nobody's always a friend The wind blows by My staggered apathy, Clinging the branches I trim the family tree, pleading To stay fresh, fighting the emptiness |
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07-09-2012, 06:02 PM
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Numba 1 fukki
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I'm hardcore frustrated as I poured that into text
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