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never the last one to take my blessings for granted yet i recant the praise i send my way in the heat of the moment emotions feeling potent low living does everything to my ego than stroke it irate at how the sins accumulate and i rarely feel cleansed of them long stay in the abyss never missed when i'm deep in my sleep fleeing from the pain i face on the day-to-day... until the day i fly away, i'm face-to-face with the paint - negassie
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
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never the last one to take my blessings for granted yet i recant the praise i send my way in the heat of the moment emotions feeling potent low living does everything to my ego than stroke it irate at how the sins accumulate and i rarely feel cleansed of them long stay in the abyss never missed when i'm deep in my sleep fleeing from the pain i face on the day-to-day... until the day i fly away, i'm face-to-face with the paint - negassie
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
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