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Dec 2013
So we gotta shake it off
Dead weight lifted, now its gone
Midnight?...**** it's almost dawn
Whats it matter to you man?
Why can't I think of something good to write?
I just spew out a bunch of hollow crap
Only worrying about it rhyming
**** that!
I need the soul back
I need a firm face smack
Certain emotions I now lack
Acting like a fake, another hack
Getting closer....and now I'm back.
Taylor Vincent Carano
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