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death, it picks at your soul and your very weak spot that gets scared of thoughts and ideas, boredom crazed half insane looking for release, but in your mind i'm sure you'll find exactly what you'll need so stay in you spot stay there and rot in you shiny.. pristine.. routine.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
regards to the death of me
death, it picks at your soul and your very weak spot that gets scared of thoughts and ideas, boredom crazed half insane looking for release, but in your mind i'm sure you'll find exactly what you'll need so stay in you spot stay there and rot in you shiny.. pristine.. routine.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
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