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I sit in my little box So dark and empty twiddling my life away sharpened my blade plenty On my death bed I lay My heart beats gently As my mind slowly decays
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Sharpened
I sit in my little box So dark and empty twiddling my life away sharpened my blade plenty On my death bed I lay My heart beats gently As my mind slowly decays
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
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