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A rabid ****** with a fix from hell tumbled into sleep then death she fell In her head it was hopeless her heart a broken harp arm an open wound her life tragic art Poisonous mush was relieving better than so called love pin ****** kept her breathing the past weighed too much On such a day I feel sorry she never stood a chance addiction was the corollary of the waltz she had to dance
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
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A rabid ****** with a fix from hell tumbled into sleep then death she fell In her head it was hopeless her heart a broken harp arm an open wound her life tragic art Poisonous mush was relieving better than so called love pin ****** kept her breathing the past weighed too much On such a day I feel sorry she never stood a chance addiction was the corollary of the waltz she had to dance
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
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