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I sit here scrawling with my pen. I feel it crawling beneath my skin. I hear it calling from within. I see it bawling born in sin.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
What Am I?
I sit here scrawling with my pen. I feel it crawling beneath my skin. I hear it calling from within. I see it bawling born in sin.
GregHale
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
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