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My bones ache my soul is crushedi All alone my thoughts my eyes red All slone I sit All alone I try to find the blackened light Can anyday jere me The razors edge The mystique of a Lost wondered I ponder All alone What would it be like to be with another I sit here alone sith my my ruminating thoughts The slick sharp razors edge What would it be like As I sit here a broken man A glimmering Ray of my Of my blackened self Just is trying to find a light switch My bones ache and my soul is cdussjdd All alone And justI sit Sitting and wating As the snail moves,slowly across the razors edge Im just TIRED
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
TIRED
My bones ache my soul is crushedi All alone my thoughts my eyes red All slone I sit All alone I try to find the blackened light Can anyday jere me The razors edge The mystique of a Lost wondered I ponder All alone What would it be like to be with another I sit here alone sith my my ruminating thoughts The slick sharp razors edge What would it be like As I sit here a broken man A glimmering Ray of my Of my blackened self Just is trying to find a light switch My bones ache and my soul is cdussjdd All alone And justI sit Sitting and wating As the snail moves,slowly across the razors edge Im just TIRED
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
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