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17 years old and 17 years probably wasted
i'm leaving you have to travel, get out there, explore you said so that's what i'll do i'm on my way to the underworld i'll get there through the sea the way you travel on a train with a few differences, i suppose i have rocks in my pockets bricks chained to my ankles no air in my lungs but happiness in my heart maybe because i have no thoughts in my mind
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
from one world to the next